Yendi Phillipps was part of the crowd
The day started under the scorching wrath of the sun, however the sun's glow only managed to enhance the beauty of the glistening costumes, revellers dancing with each other - water bottles and rags in tow.
The 'socaphiles' had their every need tended to with officers and bouncers moving through the march on bikes, on foot and on horses. Their job was made easier by the long ropes used to make revellers go about the business of enjoying themselves unmolested.
There was also an ambulance for those who might find the trek more arduous than they expected.
There was even a designated truck called the 'Wee Wee Truck' that carried bathroom gadgets for those who needed to relieve themselves.
By 1 p.m. the clouds threatened to release water on the revellers like last year. However, that was not to be this time around; instead of raining, the dark clouds provided a cooler environment for patrons.
The Appleton, Digicel, Pepsi, Smirnoff and Pure Country bands were out in full and seemed to be competing to see who could deliver the most energy.
Smirnoff dared to be versatile with their selections, and their truck played some dancehall music which included music from Konshens and Mr Vegas. Mad Mi by Konshens had a most-noticeable effect on the women, however, it was the soca version of Aidonia's 6:30 that created the most interest, as scantily dressed women gave spectators something to talk about, performing the dance move (which involves bending over backwards with the head pressed between the knees) to interesting effect.
Revellers danced freely and expressively to soca hits from Machel Montana, Destra, Bunji Garlin, and Kes, among others. There was not a dull moment.
Upon reaching Half-Way Tree, the audience grew in size, as many revellers used the location as a waiting point for the Bacchanal trucks.
Many male bystanders squeezed themselves into some of the bands, attempting to dance with the beautiful women in costumes, while others simply watched in amusement from the sidelines, capturing images on their phones and cameras.
There was no particular truck that seemed to carry more energy than the others, because at some point or another, all the sound systems ended up playing the same music.
However, the Smirnoff truck stood out because for some reason, bystanders decided to congregate around it, bouncing to the selections of experienced soca selector Kurt Riley.
As the parade neared Trafalgar Road, some revellers seemed to be suffering from fatigue, reducing their pace and energy levels to their minimum. Track star Usain Bolt, suffered no such problems.
Sporting jeans, no shirt, a handkerchief of the Jamaican flag and clutching to a cup, Bolt made no secret of his obvious appreciation for soca music.
But this was not even close to the end of the day's activities, as the Bacchanalists proceeded to The New Mas Camp for what was expected to be a stellar finish to an exciting season of Bacchanal events.