another trip to Macao

Today we grabbed John and Shelley and headed to Macao. The crazy Saskatchewan road was not as big as a thrill for them as we had hoped. I guess they were prepared :) Ben had his first coconut on the beach. The milk was actually pretty uninteresting.

There were plenty of fishermen today - what looked like Mahi-Mahi and some Langosta. We didn't eat there though, just hung around on the beach and headed back to Fruisa for lunch, stopping at the school in El Macao first to hand out the rest of the school supplies.
Before taking them home we had a few drinks on our deck with Jose. Not sure if we've mentioned Jose before. He lives next door. Ex-military, Puerto-Rican, retired. Seems to have lots of money and always lots of company. Usually heavy into the sauce by mid morning every day :)
He started telling stories - most of which were half English, half Spanish - and all exciting. The best one took place late in the 40's - he was stuck in Brooklyn while between army posts. He and a buddy were in a second storey apartment and had nothing - not knowing what they would even do for supper. Through the window they ended up watching a religous demonstration - Voodoo! There were people all around, chanting, swaying, spooky music, complete with a live chicken. The ceremony gathered a crowd - more music, more chanting, so vivid we could picture it. The Voodoo electrified the air. The situation grew more and more intense. People were swaying and chanting like it was out of a movie.
Jose and his friend snuck (yes.. they 'snuck') downstairs and into the midst of the crowd. They joined the ceremony. Joined the swaying. Joined the chanting. Then you won't believe what happened next...
They stole the chicken!