Day 1

And the jerk chicken at Mr. T's was the best chicken I've had in a long time.
Security was good; bobbies everywhere. There was one thing they didn't think of, though: rubbish disposal. No bins anywhere! When you're expecting a million people, you need more than just a few trash bags.
Day 2
More people turned up for the Adults' Carnival. The Paraiso School of Samba started off the parade, and very well at that, with the works: centurions, devils, and all sorts of inexplicable manner of headresses and costumes as wide as the entire street. The 25-minute lag between them and the next group was just too long. Even though the next gaps were shorter, the enthusiasm of the crowd wore thin and it became too boring.
There should be warnings about the sound levels because they can be permanently damaging. Even with my earplugs, I sometimes still cringe because of the heavy bass.
More photos in my Flickr photo set. Also guestblogged at one of my fave travel-on-the-cheap reads, Europe String.