I don’t think my five senses have ever been so close to overload as during the last few days. At least three out of the five have been working in high gear, the colours, the sounds and the smells are fantastic. The carnaval is just an explosion of colours, the sight of costumes never end. And the colours and materials never end. Sitting there watching is, I so wished I had one of those gigantic cameras, so I could have sneaked up closer to the railing and gotten some good close-ups.
And the smells - if you could wear out your nose, I’m probably quite close to it now. Both the carnavel, but perhaps even more, the blocos are a constant mix of smells. Some amazingly pleasant, some I could live witout. Sweet caramelised popping corn, pungent urine, grilled chicken skewers, sweat, buttery corn on the cob, beer, cheese bread…the list could go on.Will skip the carnaval spirit and give my nose an extremely salty lagoon and probably some dead fish to smell for the afternoon – kite surfing on the schedule.
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