Every few nights, the family put on a Fiafia night of dancing, singing, fire dancing. The Dancing Princess and her siblings are marked by the chief with a smudge of black on their cheeks before they perform.
Our walking tour starts at the Palace of Inquisition where images of torture are graphically illustrated - rack, guillotine, gallows. I can imagine the terror of being a prisoner years ago...
Thulasi took us to the ghats on the banks of the Cauvery River where we watched people carrying out their daily pujas, bathing, washing and having breakfast.
Arrive in Acapulco - the heart of the Mexican Riviera. Buenos dias (good morning), Buenas tardes (good afternoon), or Buenas noches (good night) depends when you read this!!
Back to shore, board a taxi - no seatbelts (some passengers start to perform loudly) and the air conditioning doesn't work either but hey! it's Mexico.
