The Last Chiva

Chiva season has finally ended, and the gringoes, knowing nothing more than how to follow directions, embarked on yet another adventure in the night on a bus with some rum after a soiree uhhhh prepositional phrase #6.



I love chivas. It is so easy to blog a chiva. bus riding with drunk people all over town, dancing. beer. rum. cheap street food. strange goings on. fun stuff.

At one point Leslie borrowed my camera and took better pictures with it than I have ever taken, which makes me feel more inadequate than usual, and that's saying something.