One of the most popular parts of Carnaval in Cadiz is the caroling done by costumed choruses. As our guide around the city on Sunday, Jose attempted to explain what was going on. The songs are, in general, supposed to be funny, but we often missed the jokes (as is common not only for foreigners but even Spaniards who are not from Cadiz). After laughing particularly hard, Jose would turn to us and translate what he'd heard, which would only make us more aware of how much we were missing ("So the punchline is...I want a sandwich? Hmmm....")
We stood in one plaza for about an hour as choruses on flatbeds were pulled past us by utterly bored-looking tractor drivers. After listening to the Indian group (my PC self cringing, though it was already weakened from the previous night's costumes), and a group of sailors, a tractor pulled up with a flatbed full of men in short wigs and overalls with pastel T-shirts and thoroughly Spanish scarves. Patra and I ventured a guess: cross-dressing Spanish hill-billies? No, we found out, they were "lesbians." Ah yes. Obvious.
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