During the evening we were wanting to get down to the carnival, at last!!! In the meantime, La Baron had been celebrating in advance. First of all he showed us where one could get a good bite to eat, afterwards we joined the crowd. To tell the truth, I didn’t think all that much of the event. It’s mainly a huge piss up, sometimes one hears of free-for-all punch ups, but we didn’t get mixed up in one of those. There are wooden shacks every few metres (stupidly enough, I had not taken any photos of these). Stood inside of them is a large barrel full of beer.

The beer is delivered by tanker, everyone brings their own “glass” with them, the glasses are mainly plastic coke bottles with the top half removed. We didn’t try it out, didn’t look very appetizing. We decided to carry on drinking Cristal. We had a bite to eat in some sort of a tent, it was more of a sort of a cordoned off area with sunshades.

The food was very good, we drank Ron and Cristal. Got into a conversation with a few Cubis (of course, once again I was only listening). A few coppers wanted to invite us to a bottle of Ron, we turned the offer down. I took stacks of photos of the carnival; I mainly held the camera above my head and took photos of the crowd.

Although the other two had warned me not to, I tried the pork rolls, they really were very good – and I was very hungry, I stuffed eight of the things down my throat, nothing happened, were all clean. One wouldn’t think so though after watching them make the things. Apart from that, they tried to rip me off as well. The rolls are freshly filled, and when not being watched, the bloke took some of the meat back out by hiding the roll behind the pig. I complained with success, oh yeah, one also has to demand ones change, (25c). Cuba…