Notting Hill Carnival
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An emu racing a tour bus, a lioness hunting a pigeon that almost got too close and a twerking policeman at Notting Hill Carnival.
With 2013 already becoming a distant memory, it seems an appropriate time to cast an eye over the travels Michelle and I undertook last year – part two!.
As often as not it is the people you see as much as the scenery that provide memories of a particular place.
Twerking. Jerking. Dancing. Prancing. Jerk chicken. Rice and pies. Plantain. Red. Blue. Orange. Yellow. Reggae. Steel bands. Calypso. Funk. Notting Hill Carnival is an attack on the senses that can’t begin to be explained by typing a few words.
This policeman got more than he bargained for when on duty at Notting Hill Carnival yesterday.
Naked Eye Travel visited Notting Hill Carnival today – and took a host of pictures.