In this song-and-dance number, the front row of flautists played their instruments while swaying in unison from side...
... to side.
One of the musicians.
Dong rendition of "A Chorus Line"
One of the songs was about serving wine to guests; after the song they served each of us a little rice wine.
And there's absolutely no shame in drinking alcohol at 10 AM when you're on vacation.
Us with one of the singer/dancers.
At one point they set us up to do that Filipino folk dance called "tinikling." The bamboo poles are bounced up and down and clapped together in a predictable rhythm, so the point is to hop in between the poles without getting your ankles whacked.
Turns out Cathy did this in P.E. about 20 years ago, so she was something of a ringer. Show off!
With me, on the other hand, it was more like "Wha-- ouch! Whoa! Augh!"
This particular dance featured a lot of deep knee bends and spinning around.
For this dance, all the dancers and tourists were lined up in a conga line and marched around; eventually the conga line crossed through itself multiple times to make a messy knot, and then we all had to squat down while we walked/waddled around. Truly a tall man's nightmare.
"The.... HILLS are aliiiiiive... with the sound of musiiiiiiiiic..."
Cathy action shot!
Zzzzzzooom!
Shammaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
Sometimes the scenery went on like this for miles and miles.
Cathy poses with greenery and the majestic limestone hills in the background.
Owen follows suit.
We just got married