Watercolors Of Brazil VI

"Honey, what time does the Carnival start?"; I asked.

"11."

"In the morning?"; I was hopeful.

"No, night."

"WHAT???? Well, what time does it finish????"

"7am."

"Are you kidding me? I'm never going to survive that. My days of all night raves and such are well and truly over. I think I'm gonna stay in and have a cup of tea instead."

"Ah, no, you won't! You made me buy front row seats at an inflated price so now you will be going to that Carnival come rain or shine. NO cups of tea for you, Madame. Get a move on."; The Husband put his foot down.

 

We arrived at the Sambodromo.

"Here are our superior seats!"; I said and plonked my bottom at the front.

Some Brazilians had other ideas, however. The minute the parade started, and fueled by alcohol, they started pushing, shoving and elbowing their way to the front, generally ignoring the allocated seating and going as far as to stand right in front of my seat completely obscuring my view.

I wasn't having any of it. If they could be rude, hey, I'll give as good as I get: "Yo, yo, yo!!! You can't just barge in and stand in front of me. See this chair? MINE. Space in front of the chair? Also MINE! And, no, you can't stand ON my chair when I momentarily leave it, so jog on, lady!"

Once I took care of the seat jumpers, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Carnival was worth every penny.

And even though I managed to survive until 7am, I didn't manage to outfeather the Brazilians. :D