on that day. It is worth noting that the largest city of Dominica is a settlement typical for the Caribbean islands. It has a population of ten thousands, it is entirely built up with two-story buildings with traces of the recent colonial past. By European standards, it is difficult to call it the city - just a village with the streets coming to life only on Sundays and days when the large cruise ships with crowds of curious tourists come in the port...
When we got on the central waterfront, we saw a tail of a huge crowd. It was festively dressed in all unthinkable colors and shades and accompanied by some kind of cacophony of music and rhythms.
We immediately left the car and merged with this colorful cocktail of colors and sounds. It was the beginning of the rehearsal of the annual carnival in Latin America - the most important local holiday. Though it was only the beginning of January, this rehearsal was almost as important as the real carnival, which was supposed to happen only a month later. We made our way to the very beginning of the procession, which was about to start.
The reason for the delay was the lack of the main carnival adornment - Miss Dominica. Finally, someone lifted a thin, dark-skinned girl in an orange dress and a crown on her head in the main jeep's bed directly in his hands. There she was already awaited by an imposing gentleman with a red hat on his head, indicating the membership of its owner in the upper classes of the Dominican carnival. The procession began.
Groups of people divided into thematic communities went after the main jeep. The Caribs, indigenous inhabitants of Dominica, were the first. They favorably differed from other participants of this theatrical procession by light-brown skin color, straight noses and hair.
A motley crowd of musicians with drums and pipes went after them. Their goal, apparently, was to stun everyone and everything around. By the way, almost all the participants in the procession took the same goal.
Another important goal of the participants was to stand out from the general flow of the carnival by all means. We saw there everyone and everything!
Group after group, we watched Mexicans in straw hats and white clothes, then buffaloes lovers with horns on their heads and in brown clothes torn to shreds, then some monsters in horrific masks.
They were followed by children with cars on the leash. Then their parents marched in absolutely incomprehensible clothes. Suddenly balance masters on poles appeared out of nowhere.
There was only one main rule - all the groups were clearly divided among themselves. Organizers did not allow representatives of different groups to mix with each other.
"Black Devils" were the most original, as for me. These guys smeared their already black skin with a black shiny cream and their very gloomy faces got a demonic look.
Costumes of these demons of the night were completed by black rubber boots. Well, they were bold, provocative and absolutely inimitable.
This walking column of the carnival was closed by a large number of open-topped cars with dancers and musicians. There was the car with former Miss and Mrs. Dominique. They looked upset. Apparently, it's not so nice to leave your place at the beginning of the carnival.
It is difficult to explain how all this diversity flashed before us in just half an hour of a hot Caribbean day. We returned back being literally crushed by the noisy multicolored carnival action. Thinking of such vivid pictures of my travels, it seems to me that the Dominicans, who have recently gained their independence and freedom, are considered the happiest people on Earth for a reason!