Live the same

They cleaned my wounds, gave me some shots and put me on an IV (the photo I posted yesterday has nothing to do with this story - I was sick with some kind of fever in that photo ) They didn't stitch the wound, although I thought they should have - the wound on my arm opened up several times over the next week. After 20-30 minutes, they pulled out the IV and I went outside - to where we found the doctors... they were still hanging out and my friend was with them. Even though I had just had an IV, they handed me a plastic cup of Santa Libre (that's rum with sprite). Well, I wasn't thinking straight that night (nor were the doctors who gave me alcohol after the shots and IV - haha) so I drank it all. We hung out there for a while, and then my friend said, Hey, let's go to the Haitian Pit and see how Haitians celebrate Christmas! And I thought... Mmm, that actually sounds like a great idea. When else are we going to get a chance like this? So, already drunk, straight from the hospital, on a scooter, we went there

It was not far from the hospital. Our last trip to the Haitian Pit started from the same hospital. And here we are again - two drunk idiots who almost got robbed a couple of months ago in this area - heading there, only this time in the middle of the night. There was nothing special happening there that evening, maybe because people in this area have different customs or something. We drank some more and just wandered around... people avoided us... maybe because of the way I looked. I had dried blood on my legs, arm and clothes, my arm was bandaged, my face was covered in fresh scratches and my shorts were torn. We walked around and drank rum straight from the bottle... probably not the most pleasant sight, haha))) Not seeing anything interesting, I finally had a sensible idea for the first time that night - go home, clean myself up and go back to the beach, celebrate Christmas...