notting hill
Despite many warnings about its huge crowd of spectators/drunkards/loonies, me and C went to see the Notting Hill Carnival this afternoon. No maps needed: basically we just took the No. 27 bus and got off when all the other passengers got off. Then we followed a much bigger crowd heading towards another large group of people. Oh, the litter helps you find your way too. Poor poor owners of these white mansions. Do they have to tolerate this kind of mayhem every year? Anyways, the mass stopped at some point, and we waited anxiously for the action to begin. Loud muzac--a good sign. Instead a truck drove by with four or five performers dressed in boring T-shirts, looking as uninterested as possible. They pretended to sing and dance whilst I was thinking--I shouldn't bother to take out my camera at all. However, as we fighted our way down the street, some interesting objects did emerge. The good news is that I've also secured a front row space for myself, by gently pushing away the little black girl and Italian couple. The Italian's shoulder proved to be a useful tripod--check out his good work:
Sun
Twirl
HaHa
Mr Muscle
Butterflies and Bums