Wearing scanty costumes of feathers and sequins, masqueraders will soon be marching, wining and chippin across Port of Spain while music blares from speaker boxes and alcohol abounds. This is not for the faint of endurance. Here are some things to know before you go.
A year ago, I put in a 10-hour-day under a beating sun in the streets of the Trinidadian capital Port of Spain. By 9 a.m., I was drenched in sweat, by noon my muscles ached fiercely. And I loved every minute of it.