The night last was the fifth of November, 403 years or so since Guy Fawkes attempted to blow up British Parliament. It's become popularised by V for Vendetta and all the rage with Brits. Organised by the local ex pat bar, Ryan's (that is to say, not very organised), some of us had to take a second bus, and missed out on some parts of the festivities. That's not to underscore that it was a good time; sausages and a free limit of beer.
Heather, Kristen, and I posed by a statue, and in front of what some Chinese girl was doing I can only assume was a form of mating dance.
Bats abound the skies at dusk, sometimes fluttering within feet of passersby. This little guy kept returning to the great bonfire, so I was able to get a shot.
As the night wore on, with no cap on the drinking, some people were affected by the group mentality; one Brit even suggested he'd jump the fire with his motorbike. Luckily, he was too drunk, and fell over.
One fellow fell into the fire
just kidding :) that's the Guy Fawkes effigy thrown onto the fire to celebrate the anarchistic holiday.
To cap it off, fireworks! being so close made them seem quite beautiful.
I think this one went off a little early
