This is always one of the strangest times of the year for me as we go from the joyous and noisy fiestas to the quietest times of the year within a few short days. It´s always tickled me that the November Fiestas have a totally different meaning depending on whether you happen to be British or Spanish. Up in the old town we have the spectacular parades, dancing, singing, endless stalls and funfairs, the very heart of fiesta land in fact, the Brits however seem to be blissfully unaware of this. And now they have created their own fiesta. – Fancy Dress Thursday. This comes the day after the end of the official one. This is a day like no other in Benidorm, so big in fact that the Spanish have also began to embrace it – they don´t have much choice! Starting mid afternoon along “The Square” hundreds and hundreds of middle aged drunks gleefully waddle together in an orgy of playful spontaneity as they wrestle with huge masks, ample Disney skins, over taught suspender belts (men AND women), chunky head dresses and swinging rubber male dongs to a throbbing soundtrack of 70´s pop. – Terrific stuff!!
P.S. – On a personal note my Spanish Matador´s gear didn´t feel right once my black tache dropped off through damp to the top lip and I slunk away sober after 2 hours.
