What was the last calypso to hit the Antigua and Barbudan airwaves that created a lasting impression? A no brainer, right? The immediate answer would definitely be a calypso from yesteryear according to the Minister whom I suspected felt compelled to discard his prepared script to protest against the conspicuous absence of key stakeholders at the much publicised Calypso workshop.
The bursts of ultra light sunbeams hitting my window remind me that autumn leaves and maroon sweaters are here.
For most people, kicking off your holiday in the wee hours of the morning can be an exhausting, curmudgeon-inducing thing. But then we'd surmise that most people haven't enjoyed the bewildering life experience of what it's like to walk straight into the 3am hubbub of Antigua's hyper-colourful, wonderfully chaotic and overwhelmingly inviting 12-day Carnival.
Today’s workshop organised by the Cultural Development Division drew basically the same crowd. One person commented on Facebook that it was more or less ‘preaching to the converted’ and recommended that the workshops be taken to the schools or wherever the youngsters are.
It’s not long after 6am when we arrive at the Breakfast Fete. Our driver, Jason, tries to get us as close to the entrance as possible, but he’s not enjoying much luck in negotiating the couple hundred cars packed into the muddied field.
