It’s about that time again in the island of Antigua: the annual Carnival Festivities held in July to August!
Carnival is akin to Mardi Gras but on steroids.
This field report takes us back to early August 2007, the only year that I actually attended this week-long festival.
The boys and I [the Black Dons], who were all coworkers at the time, working for a sand-mining firm on the island of Barbuda, we decided on a Friday afternoon to hop on the ferry [The Barbuda Express] to the neighboring island of Antigua for the 45 minute voyage to the poon-fest.
Our pre-conceived plan was to ditch work for 4 days, essentially risk being fired just for a time of frolic and girls.
We were all either in our early 20′s to mid 20′s [the 5 of us], so taking such stupid chances and being whimsical about life, was a mere afterthought.
What brilliant excuse will we cook up for our boss as to why we will have missed 4 straight days of work?
“We fell ill over the weekend due to food random fish poisoning from a restaurant we ate, so we were advised by the doctor to stay put as this poisoning was very contagious”.
However, we’d need a sick-leave medical slip as proof [didn't think of that].
Cerca 2007 (after a day of work). In those years, I always wore hats
By the way, I’d been employed as a seasonal worker since 2004 to 2009, for the said sand-mining company on the island of Barbuda (as a MACK truck-driver). Since I would travel to Antigua virtually every Summer or Winter from New York City, my job was always guaranteed for that time. But the lure of pussy in a Mardi Gras type of atmosphere, was just too promising to pass up on and not risk losing my seasonal job…which was high-paying needless to say.
Anyway, we touched down in the neighboring island of Antigua and crashed out at some vacant dormitory on a University campus…which was illegal by the way, since we weren’t medial students, hence weren’t allowed to stay on campus [go figure].
We were tryna conserve cash any way possible, so bumming a spot was ideal to renting an expensive-hotel suit or stay at a guest-house. Hence, a crooked-medical student whom we knew, had snuck us onto campus with our luggages and showed us a spot where vagrants and illegals running from immigration crashed out.
Talk about risky! :shock:
We were crammed in a somewhat spacious room with not only the 5 of us [the Black Dons], but other strangers whom we knew nothing about: prostitutes, drugees and other guys like ourselves.
The room surprisingly was fully furnished with running water and electricity.
First phase of our 4 days of Carnival completed: we got a place to stay…free of charge. :)
My intention as an ardent Pick-Up Artist back in 2007, was to get laid, and not merely to have fun for fun sake.
My coworkers [the Black Dons], weren’t PUA’s, didn’t know anything about it, but they did somewhat decently for themselves in the girls department…however with no consistency. So they all relied on me to pull girls back to the University hideout in order that we get laid.
Our 1st night there [a Friday], I went out alone and the boys split up in 3 and 2 but we all met up eventually at the Carnival festival grounds in St. John’s City.
The guys attended some cultural shows inside the stadium while I elected to stay outside and try to pick up girls on cold approach…something which was foreign to my coworkers (as it is to most “normal” guys].
I met a girl [can't remember her name] aimlessly standing around outside of the stadium, so I picked her up.
We end up taking the long-ass walk back to the medical university, snuck onto campus by scaling the wall nearest to the highway, dodging security and made our way to the decrepit dormitory which was supposed to be vacant.
Surprisingly, no one was there out of the 10 or so people whom I’d counted earlier.
As we were shagging down (the girl and I), someone walked out of the shower and startled the hell out of us!
It was an illegal, a national of The Dominican Republic, who was hiding out due to his transgression of the immigration laws.
He eventually excused himself and the girl and I resumed the raw-god humping.
We got a cab ride back to the festival grounds, we parted ways and that was that. 1st night there, got 1 lay under the belt.
Met back up with the Black Dons/coworkers, but they were too wasted to coherently aid me in pulling some more girls back to the spot.
Cerca 2007, Socialkenny (in blue) and the Black Dons (coworkers)
Next night [Saturday], same shit again: we hit the city, circumvent the festival grounds, had massive fun as the previous night.
I managed to pull a set of girls from the streets to the festival grounds, introduced them to my coworkers and we all went back to the university campus, scaled the walls and snuck into the should-be abandoned dormitory.
The electricity was out so we had to use our cellphone lights to find our way around the room. I noticed that a pair of my sneakers was missing, my cellphone charger and some other stuff out of the luggages.
A drunken orgy ensued throughout the early morning.
When the sun rose, the girls were grossed out at the state of the place: random guys sprawled out on the floor, opened condoms wrappers and jizz-filled condoms beside the beds…totally fucking gross shit!
They left that Sunday morning.
We were starving to death and hadn’t eaten since midday the previous day.
A fat girl whom I’d picked up weeks earlier on Tagged.com [she deceived me by using fake photos of her trimmer sister], I contacted her and got her to cook some breakfast for the Black Dons.
She snuck over that Sunday morning, stayed on the outside of the University wall of the campus where Black Man [1 of the Black Dons] met her to collect the foods which were crammed into foam plates like doggy treat for us.
The “big girl” came in handy after all! ;)
At this point, we were flat broke; all 5 of us!
On average, each one of us brought along between $850 to $1,000 for the 4 day stay.
We literally blew all that cash within 2 nights of partying and barely thought that we would need to eat. :( :lol:
Sunday night, we were too broke to attend any of the paid-entry shows and festivities so we virtually loafed around in the city like vagrants trying to pull some bitches back to the grotesque dormitory.
This was taking place inside the festival grounds (photo from Antigua Carnival 2013)
We were unsuccessful that night but did manage to collect some phone numbers at least [in retrospect- what how pitiful].
At the end of the day, I got 2 lays in 3 nights [Friday night and Saturday night], and could’ve banged the big girl who’d deceived me, had I been sexually repressed, to make it 3 lays in 3 nights…but I outed not to.
The Monday morning brought forth what is called Jouvert [Ju-vay], which is Mardi Gras on steroids: wild shit from sunrise to sunset!
Although this field report dates back to 2007, this event happens annually. We attended the 2007 Jouvert, but it’s the same shit every year.
The following video is from Antigua Jouvert [Ju-vay], August 2012, just to give you a sense of what it’s like and what goes on there. Folks of all ages, sizes and ethnicities getting wild.