Carnival is in your blood, – or maybe not. Our blood is not contaminated but we didn’t want to miss the opportunity to experience a South American carnival. So we bought, for local conditions, expensive grandstand seats to get access to the 1 km long parade area.
The show did not start until 10 pm and the noise from the speakers was unbearable. The carnival songs performed live by the groups always sounded the same to our tortured ears and I became convinced that only a chemically manipulated brain could bear all this, even consider it good. Only the half naked dancing girls were nice to look at but I would have preferred to see the other half as well.
Already at midnight we started our way home, because the motive cars were pulled so slowly through the arena that we get bored.