9 litres of rum and the language barrier is broken

vinicio and someone i can't remember the name of, after maybe bottle of rum number 3!
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9 litres... yes. who says the english can't drink?! though it wasn't drunk solely by me admittedly.

at the night me and jandro (stopping off at pizza nova on the way) went to raul and vinicio's house (2 other friends i met in england). found myself in a room with 6 latino men... woo! everybody was talking spanish at first so i settled in a hammock and politely tried to follow the conversation. i noticed there seemed to be a never ending supply of huge bottles of rum coming, and it got very blurry after that. although after a couple of hours of chatting in spanish, i was suddenly jumped on by 4 men all speaking english... errr... right! i wondered if my head had gone a bit wrong from the rum. it's very fuzzy after this, although i know i was one of the last people standing (or actually, trying to stay upright in the hammock while nodding off). i woke up early the next morning still feeling very very pissed, and thought i was dying, i didn't know where the hell i was, but figured if jandro was asleep there too it was fine. ended up sleeping till 4pm, missing the museum we were going to go to (doh!), and instead grabbed some pupusas and spent the night wailing about our heads!