Pre-Carnival Preparations and Arrival
Pre-Carnival Preparations: Outfit and Expectations
My friend Taru and I spent the morning meticulously preparing our costumes. We’d envisioned delicate fairy wings and whimsical headpieces. The reality? Our 'fairy' getups looked more like something out of a fly-themed horror film. Undeterred, we embraced the irony; we weren’t fairies, we were flies, observers of this unique carnival.
The anticipation was palpable. I, the instigator of this adventure, felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Taru, ever the gracious friend, joined me despite her uncertainties. We'd heard tales of immense crowds and non-stop revelry—a hardcore event, as some described it. Honestly, we had absolutely no idea what to expect.
Our pre-departure preparations also included a strategic supply of Finnish mint liquor (Mintu!). This, we reasoned, would be essential fuel for navigating the festivities. We raised a toast, then a final, nervous check of our – shall we say – *interesting* costumes, and headed off to the train station.
First Impressions of Breda Carnival
Stepping off the train in Breda, we were immediately hit by a wave of joyous chaos. The sheer number of people was astonishing – a sea of vibrant costumes, swirling in a kaleidoscope of colour. The air buzzed with a frenetic energy, a mix of laughter, music, and the general hubbub of a massive, outdoor party. It was overwhelming, exhilarating, and slightly terrifying all at once – exactly the kind of experience I’d hoped for, and perhaps a little more than Taru had bargained for!
We were incredibly lucky with the weather. A surprisingly warm March day, with clear blue skies and sunshine. This made a huge difference; I can imagine a cold, rainy carnival would be a very different (and considerably less appealing) experience. Even with the perfect weather, navigating the throngs of people proved challenging. Finding a quiet spot for even a moment's respite felt like a Herculean task.
The atmosphere was infectious. Everywhere you looked, people were laughing, singing, and generally enjoying themselves to the fullest. Even our somewhat questionable costumes didn't seem to matter; everyone was so caught up in the spirit of the event that nobody seemed to care about the specifics of anyone else's outfit. We were just two more flies on the wall, happily observing the spectacle unfolding around us. It was pure, unadulterated fun.