Under A Canopy of Stars

After dining in the snug & decorative salon of the dahibeya last night, we wrapped up warm & went ashore where the crew had lit a campfire. Once again, to the beat of the drum, we clapped, danced & echoed the repeat chant as best we could. We may not have been able to see what was under our feet...very possibly a variety of cow dung pats....but we had a brilliant view of the night sky. It was so clear & the longer we stayed out there, the more stars there seemed to be. It is no wonder, that the ceilings of the ancient Egyptian tombs are often completely covered in a star pattern.It was great to see the crew enjoying themselves, this was not a performance, it was something we could see they had a lot of fun doing, & made the most of the opportunity. As time went on, the french girls sang something, & then it was expected that each nationality group contribute something. Inspite having spent a small portion of my life performing on stage, I suffer from performance anxiety! (I call it stunned-mullet syndrome!!!) I hate being put on the spot & expected to deliver, as I just freeze & cant think of ANYTHING, resulting in disappointment for those expecting & embarressment for myself! Thankfully, J1 was there & started off with a strong rendition of waltzing Matilda, which I was able to join in with the chorus...PHEW! The sound of all our voices was clear & wonderful in the night air, & with the fire, the ambience was magical. As the evening closed the shisha pipe was brought out & we left the men to relax & enjoy their smoking.