Becky and I alighted the bus in the Market Square. The heat was intense. The sounds and scents hit us in a wave; the colours, vivid and bold.

This was Carnival in a small village in the Spanish mountains. We found it on the web. Mainly men thronged the square, staring at the traditional bar and balcony. We headed there.

Our stools were booked at the very front. Thrills coursed through me as I positioned myself. I read the instruction card. Each was different. I removed my knickers, hitched up my skirt, and opened wide to the waiting throng!

Flash!