The Danceologist

A man was sitting at a bar in London, and ordered a drink.

"So, who are you?", asked the bartender.

"I'm a danceologist. I've studied every dance in the entirety of Oceania".

"Even the Wingo Wango?"

"Mhm", he replied.

"Even the Yapucha dance?", he asked.

"Wait, I've never heard of that one! Can you tell me about it?"

The bartender shook his head. "I can't, but my cousin lives in Darwin. Here's his address. The bartender handed him a business card. The danceologist thanked him, and booked a flight there. When he arrived at the airport, the cousin greeted the danceologist, and took him home.

"Every year on the 12^th of May they do the dance. You see that mountain up there? They live on top. They'll be doing it in 2 weeks.

The danceologist looked at the mountain in awe. Two weeks later, there was a heavy storm. There were collapsing, jagged rocks, and the icy winds battered him. He didn't bring any oxygen, and so he felt too out of breath, and took a rest. Later, he carried on for one last push, and reached the top, where he met the tribe.

"Aha! Is this where the Yapucha dance is?", exclaimed the danceologist.

"Sorry", said the chief. "You missed it by twelve minutes".

"WHAT?!", exclaimed the man. "Can you do it just for me?", he asked.

"Sorry again", said the chief. "It would upset the Gods. Come back next year at 12 o' clock"

Distraught, he went down the mountain. He flew back to London, and waited a full year, holding off any other projects so he could practise, even to the point where he spent less time with his family. When the time came, he flew back to Darwin, climbed out the mountain, combatted the chilly winds, fought off aggressive wildlife, only to get hit by a rock on the head. Despite this, he carried on, and reached the top.

"Am I in time?!", the danceologist panicked.

"Just in time!", laughed the chief. "Are we all ready?"

The other tribesmen got into a circle and nodded. The danceologist watched intently.

"Yapucha left foot in..."