“Como cien conejos”
All the old guys roared with laughter.
“Ánene, chúpele más, llega hasta los cuatrocientos”
Guess I shouldn’t have taken that turn and gone so far away from the tourist route. My friend Emilio has been guiding me, but he is also at loss, only one of the old guys speaks Spanish and he has a heavy accent, the rest speak some language that oddly sounds like French, but no words I can recognize.

They gave me some white sticky drink. I politely refused, but as I understand we have to drink. Some of them carry heavy swords, you simply don’t mess with old guys with swords.

Emilio apparently has no problem gulping the white drink, it made him drunk real fast. However it seems all the old guys are trying to get him to drink more.

The first gulp made me throw up, they insisted me to drink even though I was trembling. So I gulped and gulped.

All of the sudden all I could see was rabbits, rabbits and more rabbits everywhere.