costumes
crazy
crowded
candid
catastrophic
careless
chilly
catty
clumsy
colorful
crude
captivating
Cadiz Carnival.
While there are many stories to recount from last night, it is first necessary to set the scene. We arrived at the bright and early time of 10pm, where we would spend the next five hours. As we hopped off the bus already in costume, we were immediately overwhelmed. As we wandered towards the main plaza there were literally thousands of people in costumes drinking, brawling, screaming, dancing, and doing just about anything else you can imagine. There were strings of lights hanging in between the buildings and colorful signs everywhere.
As we shoved (literally) our way through the monstrous crowd we saw everything from pirates, to wind up dolls, to herds of chickens and cows, to crossdressers both real and just for costume, to movie characters, to romans, and EVERYTHING in between, many of which shall not be mentioned because of their pure vulgar-ness.
We were ankle deep in plastic bags, broken glass bottles, spilled drinks, Burger King, and who knows what else. At any given time, you were likely to be touched by something on all sides. Somehow, through all of this, we managed to have a good time and may or may not have knocked over a moto in the process.. but were definitely ready to hop on that bus when it rolled in at 3am.
Getting back on the bus however, is a completely different event. We were at the front of the line, ready to get on the first bus of eight-ish to take us home. As soon as it pulled up chaos broke loose. About a thousand people all tried to shove onto one sixty person bus. Until this moment, I had never understood how people could possibly get trampled on occasions such as Black Friday. Now I Know. I was being compressed on all sides so tightly that I'm sure that my feet were not even touching the ground, but rather I was being held above the ground by the pressure on my body.
Finally we made it home. I strolled in at 6am, washed my feet and headed to bed.
It was a long, grueling, but fun and interesting night.. and now I can truly say that I've experienced the Cadiz Carnival.
crazy
crowded
candid
catastrophic
careless
chilly
catty
clumsy
colorful
crude
captivating
Cadiz Carnival.
While there are many stories to recount from last night, it is first necessary to set the scene. We arrived at the bright and early time of 10pm, where we would spend the next five hours. As we hopped off the bus already in costume, we were immediately overwhelmed. As we wandered towards the main plaza there were literally thousands of people in costumes drinking, brawling, screaming, dancing, and doing just about anything else you can imagine. There were strings of lights hanging in between the buildings and colorful signs everywhere.
As we shoved (literally) our way through the monstrous crowd we saw everything from pirates, to wind up dolls, to herds of chickens and cows, to crossdressers both real and just for costume, to movie characters, to romans, and EVERYTHING in between, many of which shall not be mentioned because of their pure vulgar-ness.
We were ankle deep in plastic bags, broken glass bottles, spilled drinks, Burger King, and who knows what else. At any given time, you were likely to be touched by something on all sides. Somehow, through all of this, we managed to have a good time and may or may not have knocked over a moto in the process.. but were definitely ready to hop on that bus when it rolled in at 3am.
Getting back on the bus however, is a completely different event. We were at the front of the line, ready to get on the first bus of eight-ish to take us home. As soon as it pulled up chaos broke loose. About a thousand people all tried to shove onto one sixty person bus. Until this moment, I had never understood how people could possibly get trampled on occasions such as Black Friday. Now I Know. I was being compressed on all sides so tightly that I'm sure that my feet were not even touching the ground, but rather I was being held above the ground by the pressure on my body.
Finally we made it home. I strolled in at 6am, washed my feet and headed to bed.
It was a long, grueling, but fun and interesting night.. and now I can truly say that I've experienced the Cadiz Carnival.
Picture of the day 1: TOGA!! surprisingly, we did not see anyone else in togas
Picture of the day 2: The moto that we may or may not have knocked down in the night.
Picture of the day 3: although its blurry, if you spin around three times and then multiply this picture by a hundred.. it begins to capture what the crowd actually looked like.
Picture of the day 4: There were so many chickens!! WHY!?
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