A chickens sacrifice for fashion
Last night was our trip to the Samba drome. It was totally incredible, these people LOVE their Samba.The venue looks like a massive big drag alley, 1.8 metres long and can fit up to 300,000 people in its confines. Martyn and I were in Sector 6, which was right at the end. It literally took half an hour for of the Sambas Schools floats to reach us. And each school has their own song which is repeated endlessly until the schools parade concludes. And by that time, you knew all the words even if they were in Portugese!
On our way there, people are selling all sorts of things, but one purchase that came in handy was a piece of foam about ´so´ big for your bum to sit on. $5 real, and cash well spent. Beers were $3.50 real, and people came up and down the stadium hawking them, along with food.
Martyn and I sat next to a girl from PENRIFF! Talk about 6 degrees of separation. I´ll add that as my first encounter of the kind.
The floats were phenomenally elaborate. The colours were dazzling. The structures themselves, twirled, popped, banged and flashed. And the participants did pretty much the same. Feathers, feathers and more feathers, and in some instances not much else. What an expense. And it was clearly evident nothing was spared.
Each Samba school had an hour to strut their stuff along the stadium, and each school had about 6 floats in total. The parade ended around 4am in the morning. It truely leaves Mardi Gras for dead. The local school was definately the crowd favourite, flags with their crest were handed around, and when their music started up the crowd went wild, shaking their booty like there was no tomorrow. Its hard not to get caught up in the excitement, so much so that even Martyn shook his behind.
On our way there, people are selling all sorts of things, but one purchase that came in handy was a piece of foam about ´so´ big for your bum to sit on. $5 real, and cash well spent. Beers were $3.50 real, and people came up and down the stadium hawking them, along with food.
Martyn and I sat next to a girl from PENRIFF! Talk about 6 degrees of separation. I´ll add that as my first encounter of the kind.
The floats were phenomenally elaborate. The colours were dazzling. The structures themselves, twirled, popped, banged and flashed. And the participants did pretty much the same. Feathers, feathers and more feathers, and in some instances not much else. What an expense. And it was clearly evident nothing was spared.
Each Samba school had an hour to strut their stuff along the stadium, and each school had about 6 floats in total. The parade ended around 4am in the morning. It truely leaves Mardi Gras for dead. The local school was definately the crowd favourite, flags with their crest were handed around, and when their music started up the crowd went wild, shaking their booty like there was no tomorrow. Its hard not to get caught up in the excitement, so much so that even Martyn shook his behind.
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