These people rode on a scissor lift near the front of the parade and are about five meters up, a pretty nice way to ride. Let's play a game, and sing along now... which if these six is not like the other?

Gyrating hips! Naked torsos! I'm scandalized/mesmerized!

I'm not sure how the rainbow caps and face paint fit into the whole can-wearing style, but you have to admit it's something, definitely something.

Hmm, I wonder what they were selling in the truck behind these people? Hmm, I just can't recall...

When balanced on top of speakers at the back of a truck there is not better way to dance than in 30cm high shoes. That is if by "dance" you mean lean over awkwardly on your knees.

The passion, the style, the skin! Once my eyes tire of those elements I can't help but focus on nothing except the guy with the fluffy white fur choker. Who let him up there?

This is a very fat man, but strangly focused mostly in the forward direction. Notice his shirt: Beach Tchoukball World Championship staff!

He's coming to town. It doesn't matter if you have been naughty or nice, I bet he has been naughtier than you.

The guy on the right wearing leopard print is probably thinking "who are these freaks?! I better take a picture."