I know I danced for hours, but I also know how far I danced: Four
miles, to be exact and receiving high-fives and drinks all along the way.
Carnival in many parts of the world is a party extraordinaire with
colorful parades and festivities leading up to Ash Wednesday, the
start of the Christian pre-Easter period of fasting known as Lent.
Revelers gather to drink and dance and watch parades full of
elaborate floats. Why just be a spectator, I figure? I went to
Curacao to actually be in the parade.
Located in the southern Caribbean Sea thirty-seven miles north of
Venezuela, Curacao (pronounced cure-a-SOW) is the largest island of
the Netherlands Antilles. Its capital, Willemstad, looks like a
misplaced Amsterdam splashed with Caribbean color. 17th and 18th
century colonial buildings overlook the harbor which divides the city
in two sections-Punda and Otrobanda-connected by the Queen Emma
pontoon bridge. Both sections provide visitors with excellent
duty-free shopping and local culture while watersports and gorgeous
beaches lie just a bit farther afield.
But all this takes a back seat to Carnival. Its local history dates
back to private masquerade parties in the 19th century, but by the
1970s the event had transformed to a popular island-wide celebration.
In 2007, Carnival groups started allowing travelers to leave the
sidelines and be a bigger part of the fun.
I had signed up with Taki Tin, the largest of the Carnival groups
(and perhaps the least organized, which kept this fun). When I
arrived on the island two days before the Gran Marcha parade, the
group's seamstress greeted me and several other visiting participants
in her own home where we took turns trying on our costumes. I had
emailed my measurements several weeks in advance. Most of the
costumes were spot on; others needed some quick alterations but then
we were off. We had to leave our shoes for final decoration and pick
them up later. Word of advice: bring shoes you never want to see
again. In many cases the costume designers use a glue that is
difficult to get off.
Then on Sunday we gathered for a hearty buffet breakfast at a
pavilion at 10 a.m. where make-up artists laid on the finishing
touches. The 200 or so members of Taki Tin piled into school buses
which took us to the starting point of the parade which passes
through Otrabanda on a different route every year.
There were 31 floats complete with bands, costumed marching dancers,
and dedicated beverage servers who thread their way through the
groups handing out plenty of water, vodka, whisky and rum drinks as
well as an assortment of finger food. The music started and for the
next four miles-and over five hours-never stopped as we shuffled
along the route in our costumes to the cheers of onlookers. Earplugs
are definitely advisable, especially if you want to walk close to the bandwagon.
Being in a local group was a much more engaging Carnival experience,
but there is another advantage to celebrating in Curacao: this is not
the kind of Carnival where I felt I needed to have my pockets sewn
shut with barbed wire or where screaming drunk revelers falling all
over me and spilling their drinks was the norm. There is plenty of
carousing, to be sure, but it is a good-natured crowd and overall the
event is even family-friendly.
The lead-up to Carnival starts over one month in advance and includes
various parties called jump-ups and a four-day music festival where
local tumba bands and composers compete to have their song selected
as the official march. The warm-up also includes Children's Carnival
and the election of the Carnival Queen. But the events not to miss
are the two parades: Sunday's Gran Marcha and Marcha Despidida (the
Farewell March) on the evening before Ash Wednesday. The latter
brings lights and sparklers to the floats and ends with the burning
of King Momo, an enormous straw effigy representing infertility, bad
luck and bad behavior. It's a spectacle for sure and accompanied by fireworks.
On Tuesday evening, after exhausting ourselves with another parade of
song, dance and drink, we gathered to watch as King Momo lit up the sky.
The Details
Prices range from $400 USD to over $1000, much of the variation
having to do with included meals and the complexity of the costumes.
Some groups require an early arrival for rehearsal. Taki Tin was more
laid back, unrehearsed, and charged $417 which was the most common
price tag. The price included transportation to both parades, two
breakfasts and dinners, snacks and all drinks, and of course a fitted
costume. And don't worry- these are not the kind of Carnival costumes
you pick up in an envelope.
Not interested in the long march? Sign on with the Curacao Tourism
booth for a modest fee and enjoy food, drink, and a front row
bleacher view of the parade route.