Everything was fine as long as the motor kept running.
The running motor made it possible to edge our way forwards despite the huge crowds surrounding us.
It was a fine day, everything was going along fine when we took a wrong turn and ended up in the middle of the gay mardi gras.
Men and women in scanty clothing having a fine old time parading down the street to the cheers of a very enthusiastic crowd.
Despite the protests from around us, all to do with us stealing the limelight from the parade, we had no option as far as we could tell but to move forward following a float decorated with an assortment of male and female genitalia each of which appeared to be waving to the people on the street. We found the images confronting at the time.
As we approached a corner a policeman stood in front of us pointing in a direction he wanted us to go. Being the obedient people we were we turned off the street into a narrow laneway and stopped the car.
The police were not happy, we were not happy and my partner most unhappy when the policeman handed us a fine.