Carnival, despite its reputation for riots, gang violence, police brutality and rain, is unequivocally my favourite weekend of the year. If done badly it can involve miles and miles of queues to nowhere, expensive warm beer, shouting into a phone but hearing nothing, American tourists, queuing for an hour to use the toilet in some crackhead's flat, getting lost, Norman Jay, never finding your friends and watching a bunch of piss-poor floats move very slowly down streets full of coppers. However, if done right, you can spend two days dancing in the sunshine to great music in some pretty amazing surroundings. I won’t go into a long-winded explanation of where and when to go as there is so much to see and so much of it is excellent, but here are a few spots/things that always get me excited about carnival...
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