Last night was the “Borrachito” fiesta in Hoyo de Mazo. I’ve lived here for 25 years, and managed to miss this one every single year, even though I only live 15 minutes drive away. Last night I finally made it.
It starts off like a normal fiesta. There’s a stage in the village square with a band playing salsa music while people dance, and the square is lined with mobile bars and fast food stands. This goes on until about 2 am, when the fun really starts.
Then this rabbit appears, looking rather like Bugs Bunny at Disney World, but carrying a smoking torch. And I thought, ‘Is that it? Is that what all the fuss is about?’ Well no. Another 5 or so characters came out to dance with the crowd and the bunny. After a while they disappeared.
And then it got really interesting. The dragonfly appeared. Like the devil at Tijarafe, the dragonfly has lit fireworks strapped to it. Only the devil has the fireworks pointing to the sky, while the dragonfly has them hosing out spark sideways into the crowd. Of course the crowd surges around, to get out of the way. It’s exciting and dramatic and photogenic and a bit scary and not entirely safe. (OK, it’s nowhere near as dangerous as running with the bulls in Pamplona, but I was glad that I wear glasses to protect my eyes from the sparks.)
And then we got the borrachito himself – the little drunk man. Like the dragonfly it was exciting and dramatic and photogenic and a bit scary and not entirely safe.
I got a couple of pin-prick burns on my arms. Next year I think I’ll wear a long-sleeved T shirt.