tribal rhythm Parallel rows of scantily clad men play tall drums furiously, with abandon, in exhaustion and ecstasy, eyes rolled back in their heads. Periodically along the rows are giant torches with jets of flame several feet high. Women in gauzy plaited skirts twirl in the aisle, cymbals strapped to their fingers. The guide indicates the drummers with a flourish. "All these men are slaves. Their brains have been taken by hashish." He makes a gesture of lifting a brain from a skull, as if it were a loaf of bread.
	location: San Francisco date: 1999 average rating: [not rated] your rating (0-10):