Bacchanal 
Jamaica Road March Pt. 2  Date: Sunday 
19th April 2009  Location: Kingston, 
Jamaica W.I.  Promotions: Bacchanal 
Jamaica  Click on thumbnails 
to see the big picture/entire galleryToday, 
I'm now the cliché specialist... except that I am proving them all wrong... 
at least most of them! Dedication To 
the bottle of Appleton that kept me company all weekend long and protected me 
in my going out and coming in. I love you. Preface We're 
in New Kingston, Jamaica. It's a typical Sunday on a tropical island. Hot sun, 
reduced traffic and well dressed families going to church. Always clear skies 
with chance of possible thunder showers... temperatures in the 90's. Humidity 
probably 99%. Wave height: 1 ½ meters in open waters and 1 meter in sheltered 
areas. Most importantly, it's Carnival day! The climax to all the events of the 
past few weeks. Full costume, plenty big trucks and nuff bottom in de road. Prologue Cliché 
# 1: They say, "Friends will take you, but they won't bring you back!" 
Well I found myself in the most serious of all-inclusive parties... head bad with 
premium rum. Liquor too good.. no time to locate, far less enjoy, the sobering 
food. So by the time de school bell ring and is time to go home, I was in one 
of those "body swaying... foot eh moving" conditions. My gracious, ever 
coy, always glamorous Driver (don't stop at all) ... Tek back we-self and bring 
back we-self inna one peace. She even took time out to conduct extensive search 
and recover missions for missing parties. Chapter 
1 (The Final Chapter) Here I am, out in the streets of Mona, Jamaica 
looking for a band. It must have been 10:00AM when I started making my apologies 
and extending some wine of gratitude. Cliché # 2: "It's never 
long before birds start singing a different tune." Last night I man in de 
car crying, bawling and pleading to be taken non-stop and directly to de follow 
up fete. Today is only thanks and praise for delivering me directly and without 
delay to my bed. Cause when I saw the band coming... oh loss. What a judgment. 
Is man wining on woman, woman wining on man and de sun hardly even crack de sky. 
Dat is what we talking bout! Man vs. Carnival now start... and I snatching water 
bags from every single one of the roaming bar service men passing up and down 
with buckets of water. The pope must of sent these fellas, cause their mission 
was like a holy crusade... they save my life for one. Is dem drink Platoon fellas 
in de green T's that had me turning my face and cringing. Dem Drink Platoon men 
was like de little devil on meh shoulders... and I (insert sad smiley face here) 
eventually gave in. Who's going to blame me? It was Appleton Rum, the weather 
had eggs frying on the hoods of cars and the girls! Oh the girls. Woman to make 
man pick up vices! Opening 
up was the infamous Bacchanal Babes section. Well, okay there was a Marching 
Band... but you can imagine why I could overlook that detail? De Bacchanal Babes! 
Once the candy store doors were open, I'm skipping thru the band in all my glee 
trying to swallow up the entire experience and not miss a single thing; and by 
"thing" I mean sequence of beads.   
Several minutes later, I whip past De Wee-Wee Truck and now hanging out with the 
clean up crew. Seriously it was like the aftermath of a mob scene. Minutes after 
the band passed... masqueraders, music, rum and wining... there's absolutely no 
trace that all that revelry ever took place... that's the kind of clean up that 
was going on in this place. No clues for CSI New Kingston!! History 
Lesson Jamaica has long since originated and perfected the all-inclusive 
experience through their many hotels and resorts. Bacchanal Jamaica has 
transposed these skills and achievements to the Carnival arena... and delivered 
to the world, drink carts, platoons, all-inclusive bands and wee-wee trucks. Many 
has come after and taken up these ideas and done excellent jobs (that's correct, 
TRIBE didn't invent the All Inclusive Mas Band)... but I definitely felt like 
I was hanging with the pioneers this weekend. It's 
high noon and I knew it cause the street side vendor's mangoes started looking 
real appetizing. Pad lock on de gate. Without an identification wrist band, you 
can't dine or mingle with the stunning band members. I swear... it was de absolute 
best fry fish I have ever had. That, and a box juice, and I was ready to take 
command of the road. As the tractor trailers pulled away, Team TJJ regrouped, 
stretched and pledged victory to the Soca Gods that be. With the sun and it's 
blazing heat gone, the breeze of an overcast sky brought on a new level of excitement. 
All de usual water songs start to bang out from de Renaissance music truck 
and the unmistakable frenzy of Carnival was on. Imij & Co., direct 
from Trinidad, was amazing as they performed live all day long whirling the crowd 
into tornadoes of flags, rags and t-shirts in the sky. They buss all the already 
classics for 2009 including "On 
The Spot (Head Bad)", "Bacchanal" 
and "Won't 
Stop". The rain of course never did fall... he he he, but as the 
sun went down, sweat and dwindling inhabitations dripped down the face and bodies 
of glistening masqueraders. Although there certainly wasn't enough of me to go 
around and facilitate all dem loose bumsie on de road... I sure did try! On 
the final stretch towards the Mas Camp for the last lap (where dinner was served 
mind you), the trucks made a right taking all non-costumed parade followers. The 
beads, feathers and hot girls went left for final drinks, wine and small talk. 
  Perfectly executed and 
so necessary. The rolling stone that was the moving parade of extremely sexy guys 
and gals jumping to their glee in a carefree way attracted a lot of moss... when 
it was all over... the band had at least doubled in size surrendering the last 
music truck to the eager public. It 
was a great day; the music was excellent, friendly masqueraders, costumes beautiful, 
drinks at every turn, lots of snacks, well prepared lunch stop... and a dinner 
with drinks inclusive Las Lap fete. A very special thanks to Bacchanal 
Jamaica, and not forgetting Air 
Jamaica and the Jamaica 
Tourism Board. Unfortunately, you guys are going to have to see me next 
year! Final Cliché 
... "All's well that ends well" Continuing 
to preserve my Carnival tan, Dr. Ram Dass ====================================  
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