'Wheres your hat?…your going to need a hat to go around the crowd collecting the money you'll earn for this' he asks with a sly grin. We laugh as he pulls of his hat and goes mines out asking people for money.
The dance floor of sand clears as we ignite a line of gasoline on the ground marking the area we need. People move to the beat of latin drums and swivel to see whats going on deep in the dance floor. My friend Mono lights his devil sticks that seem to almost explode, his showmanship is unmatched as he begins the joke with the crowd and spin the fire effortlessly. James from turns up again smile from ear to ear and his hat in hand.
'Ill go around the crowd when you guys are in full swing, don't worry about the money just put on a good show'
Flames lick the palms as our fire toys head high in the air. The woosh of burning gasoline is audible over the latin percussion. Reflections of orange mirrors our movements in the eyes of bystanders.
James fills the hat.
When its all over James comes back to us, for the half hour he had been moving through the crowd over and over collecting coins and notes. All in all we gathered over $100, the most money I've ever made on the road doing something so enjoyable. I must say, as cheesy as it sounds that coffee was the social lubricant that started these events snow balling into a night of money fun and fire.
Fatcats in Nicaagura.. highly recommended
