Valentines, sardine, carnival

Another full-on evening of fun and frolics at the carnival. Writing in retrospect again as we were home so late!
We were told the procession to bury the sardine started at 5pm. In fact it started at 7.30 (Spanish time, so 8pm). We couldn't find anywhere serving food, so did a fair bit of wandering and waiting. It was a funeral procession with a symbolic sardine and black widows plus more. Less organised than before. All sorts of crazy sights and I've never seen so many blokes and boys comfortable in wigs, lipstick, and tutus.
Many photos later we went to a familiar restaurant and inadvertently ordered far too much food. Unlike us not to leave the plates bare. Came home stuffed, tired and I was cold. Had a passing chat with our neighbours from NE UK. who were dining in Casa Pedro. They've 'been there. done that' re carnivals, having lived in Fuertaventura for four years. They have Spanish residency.
Pics later (got carried away with shots of confetti on floor and motion blur while we were waiting for the action. Note the single boot, in the spirit of one legg-ed plovers).Baca lagi