Tonight was for us the carnival for 2015 in the Canaries finally over. Dietmar had to endure one last event. Namely the "Burial of the Sardine".

The Burial of the Sardine is a big festival in Spain and traditionally symbolizes the end of Carnival and the beginning of Lent on Ash Wednesday. The focus is on a huge colorfully decorated fish figure from paper mache and fabric, in a procession of torch-bearers, wailing widows and mourners accompanied in mourning is carried through the streets. The festival ends, when the fish figurine is finally lit. With the burning of the figure is generally a large fireworks display. (free by Wikipedia)

According to the Internet should this take place against seven clock. Still without rental car we took the bus to Los Llanos, lead us to the unbeatable price of 2,74 € (for two) brought in a quarter of an hour in the Old Town.

Since we did not know exactly, exactly where the funeral was to take place, we visited only public carnival fairground. On stage, played in our ears cruel scenes from. A lady sang loud and obliquely some kind of pop music. We quickly ran away. From the "Sardine" there was nothing had happened to see.

Still, could be felt, that today something was going to happen. Significantly more people than usual at this time were out on the town. On the big board at the "Plaza de Espana" While we were able to decipher, that the sardine would still worn only at half past nine to the grave, Unfortunately, we were left the scene of the action but still a mystery. So I tried something first to buy time and Dietmar invited to a Baraquito a. As most of it was in the evening in the city quite fresh, if(n) in kurzen Hosen unterwegs ist 🙂 und bis halb zehn war leider noch etwas Zeit.

Dietmar was visibly pleased, that it was the last carnival company of the year, and was brave. And eventually they appeared really to: The long-awaited Sardine.

The procession was led by a police officer with flashing lights on the bike, then followed a great car the Sardine: colorful painted, determined two meters high and made of papier mache.

It was followed by the "mourners", black-clad men and women in costumes, the wailing and mourning.

More and more people joined the procession and we followed the funeral procession. So we came through the old town to the place of the actual events. The crowd had to stay behind barricades and away we witnessed the cremation, which ended with a very nice fireworks.

For us, a very successful conclusion, slowly because it gave me even. The palmeros celebrate but two days more, bevor der Karneval auch hier endlich zu Ende gehen wird 🙂