The 2 to 4 hours spent in the car each day allow for a lot of opportunities to see horrible things like that. The hotel and the theatre are paradise compared to the street. It's dirty, polluted, and dangerous. I can't believe that I haven't seen any traffic accidents yet. However, the one thing that I find absolutely beautiful about traveling through the streets here are the women and how colorfully they are dressed in their sari's. Even if the mother is bathing a child in a puddle full of dirty water on the curbside they are dressed in a radiant dress. (Speaking of motorcycles, we saw a family of 4 riding 1 the other day on the highway. I guess it's illegal, but nobody cares). It's gorgeous. They ride side-saddle on behind their husbands on motorcycles dressed like this. It's like seeing these vibrant colored birds fluttering throughout a forest, (how's that for schlock?).
Back at the theatre things are coming together rapidly, but not without issues. I won't get into those yet for the sake of keeping moral up, plus this is still the most incredible spectacular show I've ever worked on. Shiamak's name is up in the house, we had to argue with the designer to have the sign moved to below the Front of House electric, otherwise none of our lights would have reached the stage. This is why a section and ground plan are so valuable, and I imagine that this won't be the last ground plan-less related issue we run into.
We saw the dancers on the set for the first time too, and they fill this space much better than the the rehearsal hall I first went too. We've been able focus some of our lights now too. The crew is great, fast listens well, friendly. There's one atop an even scarier ladder than the one I mentioned before, and there are about 6 people carefully moving him around.
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