A week offline found me wandering in New Caledonia, where we were taken out to the remote island of Maré for a special festival presentation of the Festival International du film documentaire océanien in the tribal village of Wakuaori. Extraordinary times. A small church filled with varied villagers was the theatre. Lazy afternoon sun made the experience a sweltering, sleep inducing haze, but the screenings were a beautiful thing. We wandered around, talking little and smiling a lot (the local languages were French and Nengoné) but gaps in communication didn't stop the locals from inviting us to be a part of mourning ceremonies, kava benders, feasts of coconut crabs and flying fox and wild pig, conversations about colonialism and resistance movements and languid sessions of coffee drinking. Some photos...
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