Carnival here makes the one at Notting Hill look like a garden party. For starters no-one goes out untill after midnight and they don´t go home untill it gets light again. Not so unusual you may say, but this behavior goes on for three weeks!!!!!! At first we thought that it was a quiet festival, but that was because we were already on our way home before the other people came out to party. Then we discovered a bar doing shots of Tequilla for €1 and it all went kind of strange.............I´m not going to mention names now but there were three of us, Christina, Martin from Denmark and myself and this is what happened (from what we can remember anyway):
We were having a great time with lots of singing and dancing when we lost one member of the happy band. The other two set out to find the first and quickly got lost too, each of us finally returning to the boat by morning (although one of us had to be taken back by a nice man called Steen who found said person so drunk that they couldn´t even remember that they lived on a boat). Next day we got up with the full intention of staying sober but it went from the strange to the sublime. All I can remember is that there was a parade of floats, most of the men at the carnival were dressed in full drag, someone made us go back to the Tequilla bar, all the days and nights blurred into one and when the carnival was finally over we woke up with an assortment of cuts, bruises and one of us was dressed in drag complete with wig and glittery make up. Like I said, no names, no questions asked OK?
Anyhow, carnival is over and we can settle back into normality (if we can remember what that is). Christina´s sister Maria is visiting at the moment and we are trying to sort out whether we are going to be here for the whole summer or leaving for the Caribean - it all depends on how quickly we can get the part for the engine sorted out.
