A passer kept his eyes on me while I look for this shot of him as we both passed each other. We never stopped. As we passed I walked in zig zag patterns as to avoid the over the back throw of festival projectiles. If you stand still the next thing that you encounter is being blinded with volumes of powder, your eyes sting and the water which is unfiltered, you hope never gets into your mouth. Being pelted offers very few images.