so last night we went out for the festival of san juan. i was promised a huuugge bonfire and fireworks and burning of a Juan and Juanita - god only knows why.
Instead i got.....a guy running around with a metal bull on his head, loaded with firecrackers (the erm whizzing round and round ones, spitting fire and gunpowder) running around the plaza like a bull on caffeine. It's one of the downright crazy funny nuts things I have ever seen. He did it twice, the second time, I was in the square, right next to him. It was insane. It's going down as nuts as the night I was in Inner Mongolia and the fireworks landed up right over our heads because they didn't bother to aim the crackers away from the wind. and yes, fire on your arms does hurt. i'm still laughing about it now.
the rest of the festivities consisted of a fat bloke with four keyboards singing some godawful karoake songs on a little stage and a prize giving ceremony for something that we couldn't quite work out.
It was crazy and it was crazy good fun. Tomorrow, we go to learn to surf and get our hair cut -by the same guy. I love this town.
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