we just spent a glorious week in puerto vallarta and seemed to have hit a time of many parades. one night as we left our favourite watering place* we saw that the boardwalk had again been set up for a parade. we turned to the friendly bouncer to find out what was going on. obviously his english wasn't perfect:
mr. monkey: what's going on here tonight?
bouncer: parade of dancing horse.
mr. monkey (to me): awesome! it's a parade of dancing whores!
moi: look! there's one! (there was a young woman in an excessively short skirt and equally excessively high heels looking on with a bored look on her even more excessively made-up face)
sadly it was horses. twice as sadly, really, because i think mexican dancing whores would have been totally awesome and because i hate it when animals are made to do stupid things.
*delicious and boozy margaritas for a buck - what's not to like?