Too many Pirates!

Hello - again - sailor!

It had to be a Blue Rock Mojito!
 

We re-entered Fraggle Rock on the first Sunday of Carnaval so had already missed a little of the action. As there would be few buses we engaged Windows Dave for the transfer home. He told us that two more British owned enterprises had closed, the main road was now fully open, there is a police scandal (see below) and that Blue Rock Claire was having her (significant) birthday bash that night. Sadly the last passed us by! The flights, the early morning and the highly resistant jet lag met the "little siesta" lasted until 11.30 pm. So we gently returned to normality during the week giving events a wide berth and looked forward to the weekend. The theme this year was The Caribbean:- plenty of scope one would imagine!  Ruth went down the Carmen Miranda route with the help of artificial fruit from one of the Chinese shops. Bob's outfit bore an uncanny resemblance to that of last year's South Pacific. Out there on Saturday evening there were a few zombies, a Fidel Castro on a bicycle, some Rastas with or without real or fake spliffs, and many, many pirates! Star Prize for originality went to Sandra and Dave whose costume is barely captured here (must sort the flash!), but was a meticulous evocation of Haitian Voodoo. Only a few chickens had been harmed to produce those bones! 


Fruit Wars at The Rock!

The procession was about "normal" size, with some glorious Rio-style glitz. There was one austerity float-load of thirty odd men who had done nothing on the costume front but were consuming a lot of beer and presumably waiting for the outcome of the on-board barbecue which was smoking dramatically so it was as well the Wacky Races bomberos were behind! Wittiest of all - given the local news - was a set of Guardia Civil trailing white powder! (It is safer than usual out there on the roads at present with each week seeing new arrests of people in either the Guardia or local police force for various acts of corruption.)

Meanwhile! Sunday saw the Sardine thing! The fish in question was a good one - and those balloons made for spectacular popping at the cremation. The fireworks were spectacular and the crowd was enormous, with some mumbling about council expenditure, but in fact they were sponsored this year by Fund Grube. 'Hate their shops, but Gracias!