Escaped Carnival?

Three days in the south, fanatic carnival is celebrated. At least, officially. In reality, the festivities burst out days, sometimes weeks earlier in all kinds of forms and intensity. A week before the official carnival start, all kinds of cars, decorated with balloons and garlands, are driving around in our neighbourhood in the annual carnival rally. One car even crazier than the other. If you like carnival very much, fine of course, have fun. This year we thought we would go out for a few days to the north and quieter regions of the country. Enjoy a walk through the woods, see nice places and a nice snack and drink in due time. Well, we knew that.

In the village where we had booked a hotel it turned out that a carnival club was founded this year, and the fanatical members had done everything in their power to work as carnivalesque as possible. Everything under the motto 'the south can learn a little from that. ' It all started with the parade. The participating cars gathered right under our hotel window rather early and the local carnival band experienced their very first rehearsal on instruments they probably hadn't seen much before. The sound was so incredible that the vibration of it was felt even in the soft bed and caused all kinds of attributes to jump off the bathroom shelf to dance with. My wife's jar of hand cream broke in half on the bathroom tiles, my glasses landed in the greasy gunk and the toothbrushes remained upright in that jar with the hairy head. Meanwhile, some idiot thought he had to increase the musical party by involving the doorbell of the hotel in the party extensively and very long. Where are my headache tablets?

What can you do with such a noise and such a mess? The best thing is just to get up, shower and clean up, hoping that at the breakfast table it will all be a little calmer. We're at the door, the key is missing. After a long search again found in the jeans I was wearing yesterday.

Downstairs is a lady of the hotel who points us a breakfast table. From her greenish-pale face, I suspect her of festivities the other night, and when she sees and smells the fried eggs with bacon, she dives behind a table under heavy noises. Good morning and tasty food. Our appetite is diminishing at record pace. Fortunately, she quickly takes a teaspoon of a coaster to clean up everything again.

We decide to stay in the lounge area of the hotel until the air and the floor are cleared again. Outside, however, it starts to rain and the carnival band decides to move the rehearsal room from outside to inside. So in the lounge bar. With a lot of noise, the PINCODE band comes in, playing loudly and singing, “You can know everything about me, but don't have my PIN code. “ Original, that text. After four songs, in which I have heard the instruments make incredible sounds, the rain and the music stops.