Thursday was St Michael and All Angels. We set off to a church dedicated to St Michael. An early evening drink at a bar first – local araki and beer – ‘for strength’ my companions said, and it turned out they were right – we needed it. We arrived in church later that evening. it was another all night session. Singing and dancing through the night. Eucharist from 6 till 9 am. Then the tabot – which is a kind of consecrated altar plate which rests on the altar – is taken out of the church on the head of the priest and carried around the building to great joy and excitement from the crowd outside – seen above from the back since I was placed in the procession as a guest so this was my view. Then two hours more of performance by the Sunday School – above right – and speeches. I could not guess at the numbers outside for this final two hours – thousands rather than hundreds. When all this was over – we went to three houses one after the other and there was food and drink at each.
I slept well that night – and was in no doubt that we had celebrated the angels in style.