For one weekend only, every year it feels like Notting Hill is transformed into the happiest place on earth. The sound of reggae, calypso and dance hall fill the air for miles as do the smells of Caribbean and West Indie food while everyone dances and smiles in a sea of multi coloured sequins.
Forget going out getting legless at a local pub or other traditional bank holiday sports, pass me my feathers!
Undeterred by the 8am start I put my ity-bity shorts on, passed over my heels and out came the sneakers. Sneakers? On The Heroine in Heels? Things must be serious.
Me and my friends weaved our way to the front of the crowds and got right in dancing and singing along to the multi-coloured processions.
In a constant sea of sequins, glitter and feathers, no matter what your age, what your background, or your ability, everyone is welcome at the carnival.
While I love the parades I’m not going to lie, the food is one of my favourite parts. Traditional Caribbean smells waft through the air. Think charred barbequed meats met with tangy spices.
But of course it had to be Jerk Chicken, Rice and Peas and homemade slaw.
The hungry amigos refuel.
The rest of the day we got right in wit the crowds and dances in the streets. I would like to think that I gave Miley a run for her money with my Twerking. However before long we decided to make swift exit, as into the evening things start to get a little leery.
I can't wait to move to Lonodn on Sunday, bring on more London traditions!