Dia Dos

2pm out of bed. We all meet to cruise the town, drink coffee and cry from laughter at last night. This is the day we realise what a crazy lawless place we are in. Men ride bare back on horses racing down the street while a gang of locals scream up the street pulling wheelies on dirtbikes narrowly missing a pack of 12 dogs sniffing each other, growling and hissing. Look the other way and a pair of dogs stand stuck together by the groin with shame on their faces. This island is mad, but we are loving it. You could easily become intimitated by the locals shouting at tourists but when you still have pisco trickling through your blood it`s easier to laugh and shout back. Its easy to believe that the oldest people on this island remember knowing that last of the cannibals. It`s another late one. Bed by one.