Tango Cherries – Crazy Chicken 2014, Oslo, Norway
My feet hurt. I think I could re-name the crazy chicken marathon into my personal “burning feet festival”. What does it mean? It was great! I danced way too much, not only my feet ache, but my knees, my hips, my back. Maybe I’m getting old 🙂 but my mind is still enjoying the wonderful embraces, the lovely music, and I feel when I walk I almost don’t touch the ground, I am floating.
Oslo rewarded us from friday on with super sunny nice weather, so I got out of my bed every day quite “early”, around 11, to go for a walk into the city centre, the harbour, and frogners park before the brunch started. Wow, beautiful Oslo!
I also loved the marathon place – a not sooo big room with a wooden floor, painted in a light grey, which gives it a very unique atmosphere, combined with high ceilings, big windows with sunlight coming through in the afternoon. It felt very cosy and instantly welcome, home, hyggelig from my very first moment there.
I loved the relaxed and friendly team of hosts and helpers – whatever happened they kept calm, especially Robert and Anders are the kind of person I would describe as nordic relaxed. It’s so nice to have them around, always with an open ear for everybodies small problems, questions, and comments.
The food was tasty, and always there was enough for all, and leftovers were welcomed add-ons for later times. I missed one dinner, and was afraid of not getting anything to eat because I came late – but friendly people helped me fill my plate with delicious food. There was always free coffee, tea, water, syrup for us, chocolates and licorice, pralines and winegums, good wine for reasonable prices, and lovely music provided by very good DJ’s.
I especially liked that the music was not loud. Sometimes on marathons I felt I need earplugs, because the music was too loud for my personal taste. So here it was lovely – loud enough to dance and get full music while dancing on whatever spot on the floor, but low enough to have easy conversations when sitting.
I learned some interesting insights, too. Conversation with a friend: he: if you watch dancers, what are you looking for? Me: ok, if I don’t know him, I first watch his feet, how he steps, and if he manages to be in the music, and putting his follower in the music, too, and if he is creative or repetitive in his steps. I watch out for the followers face, and for any signs of tension in the embrace. And what are u looking for? He: big boobs. Me: 😮
Life can be so simple … I think I looked quite surprised, and yes, it was a joke, but I guess a little bit of truth is in all jokes.
With another friend I had a nice conversation about dancing partners at marathons: you dance with your leader/follower friends, and you dance with people you did not know before, and you will most probably make new friends you love to dance with.
And always there are dancers you always/now wanted to dance with, but somehow could not manage. So you keep a longing inside of you, a wishing to dance with this special person, and the next time you see him/her, the game starts again. For me this is one of the special spices of marathons, it keeps me curious. There is always hope when you come to an event, hope to fulfill long journeys of wanting and waiting, and hope to make new beautiful discoveries.
A big, warm, and long hug, have a happy easter!