Night of the birdshit

The night we went out and partied our little hearts out deserves a mention, if only because a bird shat on me, and I´m still upset about it. Apparently it´s good luck, but I´m not having any of that. I suppose it´s important to note that this was perhaps the only night we brought our camera (now since departed) with us to the village during the entire trip so far, so it´s fitting that 95% of our photos are of us drunk and trying dance the salsa. Apparently we both have the right to veto two photos, but I took so many that we´ll be hard-pressed to choose which ones to censor. This night also features two ridiculous videos that, if ever discovered, could cause serious rifts in the universe and irreparable damage to our sterling reputations. On this night we danced in mud, listened to a concert in which a Colombian band covered Coldplay, Santana and Bob Marley, and finished with a bit of Pink Floyd. I spent the better part of this night following dogs in preparation for my photo-essay. Photos to follow.