I've seen a lot of bizarre things in my travels. 'Toro Piscine' in France comes to mind. A host of unmentionables in Southeast Asia. 'Eyes Wide Shut' style rituals at a Spanish monastery sponsored by a government in exile. Buzkashi (polo with a dead animal).
This past Friday I found myself stumbling upon Mexican Carnaval celebrations. I don't exactly have my finger on the pulse of the Latin America Catholic holiday schedule, so it was an unexpected twist to my weekend.
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Now, Mexican Carnaval isn't as crazy or Bacchic as the Brazilian version that I've seen where they have condoms[...]