![Yeah, that’s a plastic bucket full of CHICHA, fermented cornmeal and fruit (in this case, a local dried apricot called mogollín) fortified with pure alcohol INCA-stylee. To be more specific, that was the first OF THREE buckets (!?¿¡!?¿!?¿?!¡) that somehow kept appearing, along with drunken locals hitting on white girls and slapping me in the face (“you come here like it’s nothing— when am i gonna go to the US? never! why is that?” [slap][escorted away by helpful, and more friendly, buddy] ).](http://25.media.tumblr.com/BXZ0BythG9a32piiW4xxe3F3_500.jpg)
Yeah, that’s a plastic bucket full of CHICHA, fermented cornmeal and fruit (in this case, a local dried apricot called mogollín) fortified with pure alcohol INCA-stylee. To be more specific, that was the first OF THREE buckets (!?¿¡!?¿!?¿?!¡) that somehow kept appearing, along with drunken locals hitting on white girls and slapping me in the face (“you come here like it’s nothing— when am i gonna go to the US? never! why is that?” [slap][escorted away by helpful, and more friendly, buddy] ).
Yeah, that’s a plastic bucket full of CHICHA, fermented cornmeal and fruit (in this case, a local dried apricot called mogollín) fortified with pure alcohol INCA-stylee. To be more specific, that was the first OF THREE buckets (!?¿¡!?¿!?¿?!¡) that somehow kept appearing, along with drunken locals hitting on white girls and slapping me in the face (“you come here like it’s nothing— when am i gonna go to the US? never! why is that?” [slap][escorted away by helpful, and more friendly, buddy] ).
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