The end of February - after our return - was warm and very pleasant, but was followed by some horrible weather, with particularly cold evenings. We spent a lot of time planning future migrations; and then it was Carnival time! As usual the theme was well known, but the posters with programme were not published until two days before the start. As you can see the theme was "Ancient Civilisations", so the staff in charge of hotel sheets were worried!
First prize for festive decoration went once again to Claire, the Sandras and helpers at the Blue Rock. Those pillars were a masterpiece! On the night of the opening procession it was very cold, and the marching bands exposed less flesh than normal, but by the first Friday the weather had improved, and it was pleasant sitting outside The Rock late at night watching passers-by who had been to the "Murgas" show. A magic interval was when two middle-aged men went past identically clad in Lycra matador outfits (complete with augmented codpieces). We cheered "Ole" and asked if they had lost their bulls. They then produced from under their capes battery-operated bulls the size of chihuahuas, switched them on and performed "veronicas" and other moves!
Here on the left is one of the performers the next night, when they were both back for the fancy-dress dance. This time they had some of the regalia of the Policia Local, half-mast trousers, odd socks and very unpleasant false teeth. Ruth refused a kiss! He approched the other (witch) punter and demanded to see her papeles. She gave him a screwed up tissue! There was a wonderful array of dress. Particularly memorable was a band of "mummies" each one carrying their tomb on their back, and a line of slave girls tied together and dragging their restraining boulder behind them! Julian at the Rock looked worried when later a group of (genuine) Guardia Civil walked past and we cheered and complimented them on their costumes! See more of the glories of the night on this short slide show!
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