Tonight’s job was to teach the Slovenians our dances. The dining room was cleared and we had a good urn out of eager dancers. They were very keen and learned very quickly and everyone had a great evening.
After the ceilidh we decided to stay in our kilts and hit the carnival tent, again! All the tickets were sold out but our picture appears in the main carnival program on the same page as tonight’s main act, Turbo Angels, a hilarious mix of europop, polka and overt sexuality so we used that as our entry pass. Fortunately we met the boss of the tent when we arrived and he ushered us straight in being the famous superstars that we are. I am aware of nothing even remotely similar in Britain to the this style of music but there is a wee bit of Benny Hill about the whole thing. Check this out!
Meeting Mile Kitic started a trend so we made it our mission to meet the Turbo Angels, which we managed with the help of our friend Mateja who was one of the tent bosses last time we were here.
Another wild night of dancing ensued and our beds were once again not used till the early hours.