Going to Carnival was always a dream, and in Feb of 2007 it became a reality. This was my first exposure to Latin America, somewhere I had longed to go to for years. When the opportunity presented itself to be able to go to Brazil during one of the Southern Hemisphere's biggest parties, I thought what better way could there possibly be to dive right in?!
Carnival (and Brazil) can be a bit overwhelming for a first timer to this part of the world. I was fortunate in several ways, as I had some friends to meet up with down there, as well as another friend's Condo to stay in while visiting. This friend had a Brazilian wife, and they had decided to keep their beach side condo in
Barra de Tijuca, which is a long beach in the southern end of Rio, nicknamed the Miami of Brazil for it's high end housing, beach side lifestyle and slightly more material driven attitude. Along with the stay at his condo came a few of his wife's family members who made regular visits to make sure we were ok. It was great having a local hand to make suggestions of where to eat, what things should cost, and where the best parties would be. I would strongly recommend making contact with a reliable local upon arriving there so you don't miss any of the action. A good choice is probably the concierge at your hotel, if not with a tour company.
Now the thing about Carnival which you don't always hear about, is that although it is really only over the course of a few days, the excitement starts building weeks before the event. I had arrived almost a week early, and already you could catch the occasional Samba party in the street. The energy you get while there is unlike any other party I've been to in the World! By the time the actual festival began, most of the city had already been going for a couple days at the very least. I remember a couple nights, having just wandered through the streets to different boroughs, party hopping from one beach to another, and the next thing I knew, the sun was rising and I had been out all night. Making our way back to the condo (a fantastic hour bus ride weaving through coast lines and tunnels dug through magnificent mountains, I was never upset at the prospect of having to commute), we occasionally wouldn't arrive until 10:00 the following morning and you could still hear the music and cheering erupting in the streets. It's truly a 24 hour event for at least each day of the festival itself (festival dates can vary drastically from year to year). Often the routine consisted of a quick swim in the ocean, a quick bite to eat, then pass out during the days hottest hours. Up by 16:00 for a quick meal, mix a few homemade
Caipirinhas, then back off in to the city for another night of festivities.