New Years: Okay, this was an interesting night. It started out by me killing two goats. We tied their feet, hung them by the tree and then I cut their heads off. Now, for you vegetarians, there is nothing wrong with this, I had to eat, so it had to be done. As I cut the head, Lulu, my eight year old host brother, held a pan and caught the blood. I didn’t think much about this, I thought they didn’t want blood to go everywhere and then they would bury it later so that critters don’t get into it. Had I known what was about to happen, I would accidently Kicked Lulu to the ground or at least knock the pan from his hands. As it turned out we cut up the intestines of the goat and boiled it with the goat’s blood and then ate it. Now, in normal circumstances I would have refused, but apparently it is a big honor to be given the privilege of killing the goat and then eating the insides with the blood. So I respectfully ate it, one bite at a time. Needless to say, I had very little of the meat and a lot of goats blood and intestines. I was even fed that meal for breakfast and lunch. Now here’s the funny part! The men in this culture never cook, except for the blood and guts meal. They also have their own cooking pot that they call, ‘the men’s pot.’ This pot is so beat up, it looks like it had been through two wars. Now, there is probably a reason why the women do the cooking. I mean think about it, if you’re going to mix goat guts with blood and you think that taste good, I would just assume you stay out of the kitchen. So this New Years me and five other guys sat around a campfire and cooked goat guts and blood. Sound like fun! When midnight rolled around, everyone came out to the streets and started shooting off fireworks. I’m all for the fireworks, but when kids start shooting them at each other, we have a huge problem. After the fireworks, we partied all night, and I mean all night. I did not get any sleep.