The Notting Hill Carnival has been happening since 1966 and apparently it gets wilder every year.
The streets were packed by 1pm. There were so many people that the Underground stations within 5 kilometres all became exit only by 3pm. That’s madness.
I was astonished at how LOUD some of these truck-borne PA systems were. The bass in proximity to many was physically painful.
This chick is so beautiful. She would twirl and twirl so I took many photos just to capture her pretty face, but the only ones I got were these two. Petite brunettes, what can I say?
Once the sun goes down, things get a bit raunchy at the Carnival, and apparently it got a bit rowdy last year, hence the presence of vast numbers of the Constabulary. I thought I might give that a miss. So I didn’t get in on the debauchery.
The mess was also appalling. Garbage bins are now rare in places like train stations and at major events. Why? Because bins are a good place to put explosive devices … we live in an unpleasant period of history. So the rubbish everywhere becomes overwhelming.
I feel sorry for the people who live round here and the week of clean up this all needs. There were also a lot of boarded up windows and gates. This is not something that bodes particularly well.
Apparently when people start drinking, wild stuff happens. Who knew?
By the time I made to leave, Notting Hill Gate tube station was closed, the roads around it so packed with people that one could hardly walk faster than a slow stroll. So I walked to Queensway tube. That was exit only, too. So was Bayswater, just a few minutes North.
A Bobby there kindly informed me of the best way out of the area, or as he put it, “the best way out of what I call hell.” We were surrounded by a milling crowd stalled against the mobile barriers. I commiserated with him and headed to Lancaster Gate – and that is right next to the North end of Hyde Park, so I said fuck it and walked South through the park. I walked all the way to Knightsbridge! If I had stayed in Notting Hill until evening, I probably wouldn’t have gotten out of there. So it is better this way, even if some of the wildest stuff were to happen later and make for crazy memories and fun pictures.
All in all, though, a very fun day. And hot! I got a slight sun tan. In London.