it was at the sri mariamman temple in chinatown.
there were lots of beautiful jewel-toned outfits. i waited and watched the procession into the temple by this sweet woman.
then took my shoes off and went in the back entrance
navigated my way through all of this
found a tiny spot with a birds-eye view and saw a little bit of smoke from the main fire.
then went home because i couldn't see any of the event. i remember some friends went the year before really late at night, so decide to go back at 1am. the festival was still going full-force, even that late. i got a much better view! :)
men waiting their turn at the door to the temple. music rang through the air the entire time.
sleep, worshiping and ceremonies.
when the coals started to turn "cool"...
...men with rakes would come in and toasty it on up.
a fisheye view
cooling goat's milk at the end of the fire pit
lots of different approaches. slow and calm.
quick as you can.
there were people to help - just in case. a woman i talked to said that they stopped allowing women to walk on the fire pit because too many fainted during the process. interestingly enough, she was waiting for the end of the procession, to see if they would let her attempt it.
yellow powdered tumeric covered the temple grounds. it stained my feet for days.
my favorite photo of the night which is technically horrible, but i just loved his expression.
this experience leaves me in awe with how devout these people are to their religion. it is inspiring to help me examine my own beliefs and how to become more devout myself. i'm loving this singapore life!
