It was a lovely experience to go to midnight mass in the Portuguese old city of Dui. A choir assembled at the front of the church and accompanied by a guitar belted out jazzy songs. One of the Christmas carols we sang I’m sure was the little drummer boy, to which in very high notes we had to sing the chorus including Par rumpa pum par.
It was amazing to go to a mass, as we spend so much time in Hindu temples and it’s nice to see something more familiar, which in the same vain seems so austere compared to local temples. We sat in front of a couple we had met earlier at sunset point, who had travelled to Dui to go to church. The service ended around 1.30am and we had to cadge a lift from a family in the congregation, as the streets were full of barking dogs, unwilling to let us share the sidewalks.
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