|It never rains, it’s pours|
|Skrivet av Andy Collins|
Viva Stockholm fails to move
– Move to the side, said a bearded Afro-Swedish policeman (nice guy) and I shuffled accordingly and allowed the steady flow of cars to pass by. Across the road sat three girls on the pavement edge huddled under an umbrella, above them a lone flag of Barbados briefly appeared as if looking for company and then disappeared again. Yes, I was at Viva Stockholm, Sweden’s Caribbean Carnival waiting to jump and wave behind the big truck except the truck wasn’t moving and I had been standing here for over an hour. Having already forgotten the battery to the camera (doh!) this evening had progressively gone from bad to worse.
– We are waiting for permission before we can progress, announced Thomas Gylling the events' organizer and his voice didn't disguise his obvious frustration while DJ Uncle Eric stared downward with awkward uneasiness.
It was easy to stand, with raindrops running down my face, and accuse the Police for the delay but in fact, the permission to drive past the Outdoor Opera event, which was currently in full swing, was Kulturfestivalen’s responsibility and boy, someone had messed up big time. Until the Opera finished the truck was going nowhere.
I spoke to some of the dwindling members of the forlorn and despondent crowd and asked if this had occurred before, but it appears not. Beautiful girls adorned in colourful feathers provided the only rainbow as they stood together while the carnival atmosphere washed away in the rain. I could not understand the arrangement of the event and why roads, or at least the planned route, had not been blocked for the truck, instead the dancing crowd would have to share the road with the cars. This was a joke, surely.
Problem is I wasn’t laughing, or jumping, or waving.
Finally, the Opera lovers starting filing past and with it the sweet sound of Soca music filled the air as the truck, now two hours late, crawled the 100 mtrs to its resting place. However, after only 3 songs a technical problem caused the sound to stop abruptly, and it was then I decided to head over to the crowded Salsa, Latin sound system on the opposite side.
Sadly, by now my mood could not be lifted. I stared in search of hope at the main stage, which was being cleared and prepared for Viva Stockholm but my desire to stay had left me, and I began the long journey home. Perhaps my review could have been positive if I’d stayed until the end, so I hope other attendees will comment and supply pictures.
We’ll be talking to Thomas Gylling and Uncle Eric about what when wrong, and we can only hope that next year is better planned, as we love our Soca music and if anyone can supply it, they can.