Monday at 4 am was the official start to things with J'Ouvert. And, wouldn't you know it? I was lucky enough to get that shift. So, leaving my warm bed and loving wife at 2:30 that morning, I journeyed to St. James to spend the next 5 hours watching the seemingly endless masses of people dance in the streets covered in body paint and/or mud and/or chocolate (new this year). Since my phone doesn't do nighttime pictures well I waited until there was some light in the sky to snap a photo.
|Nope, not blood. Just paint.|
|Yes, those are a shitload of speakers.|
There were some interesting displays, though.
|Gaaahh!!! Mantisra's attacking!|
|The guy in the hat is my photographer for this assignment.|
I still don't know if my photographer made it out okay. He never came back to the office. Too bad. I liked him.
Today the paper are sending me to the Maracas beach to cover the after-Carnival cooldown concert. It's the most popular spot for revellers to go to continue wearing bikinis and partying for one more day.