Of eye-openers, picturesque journeys and other clumsy boo-boos
It was the very first carnival that I attended in London and naturally, I was wide-eyed. The weather in August was perfect for some strolling, cheering and even dancing along. Even for someone like me who tends to avoid crowds at times, the atmosphere was too larkish for me to start having any remote sense of demophobia. Perhaps this is some inkling of what it feels like to be partying it up the Jamaican way.