This morning at around 4 a.m., I was startled by what seemed like gun shots. I was too lazy to get out of bed to check out what it was but my extremely myopic eyes saw bursts of color at the window.
Later in the morning, as I was packing for check out, one of the caretakers of the hostel told me to go down for New Year celebration.
A glorious spread of sweet things were on the table when I got down. I’m most glad that I didn’t have to worry about where to find food for the morning.
Everyone got a chance to light the oil lamps.
The sweets were really really sweet. I had a hard time biting off some of the pastries but it was a great sugar rush.
Look! The president even sent me (and probably millions of others) a message for the new year. Haha!