But especially vinous party crowds give me the creeps. Even if I would participate in a freedom march, I’d prefer to march by myself than in a crowd. Party crowd at the otherwise rather idyllic Largo dos Guimarães in the Santa Teresa district.Īnd I detest crowds. I’m just not the dropping pants-falling water buckets-smashing cream cake-red nose-funny hat-kind of humorous. I am great fun and ready to say the darndest things. You can ask anybody who has known me for five minutes. You might think I’m just a pathetic loser with no sense of humor whatsoever.īut that’s not true. Consequently, you have to be a major grouch not to have a great time and enjoy yourself like crazy. The Brazilian carnival is world-famous, on many travellers’ bucket lists. The girl boys of IpanemaĬarnival in Brazil – yay or nay? Spoiler alert: I am what I am, and what I am is not a person who likes carnival.
…and what I am needs no excuses – the beginning of Gloria Gaynor’s evergreen is the perfect intro to this post, which deals with my perspective on the Carnival in Rio de Janeiro, an extremely gay event.
