Barking mad!!!!

The last night of any event usually leads to shenanigans in my experience. It is a mixture of exhaustion, relief and the brakes coming off.
We packed up our fair stand and grabbed 2 taxis for the $2 fare because we were too exhausted to even walk that far with our gear.
The first thing to do was drop our bags and go and have farewell drinks and a snack with our helpers, Jazz, Andrea, and Dani. The nice little cafe called La casa en el aire is located down in the Patio area so we went there. Live music plays most nights but we had not taken much notice of the folksy tunes. The cafe is named after a poem by Rafael Escalona M. Worth looking up. Basically I think it means that the poet is dreaming of having 'a house in the air' so then everything would be alright in the world eg world peace, safety etc. If you have better Spanish than me then feel free to correct me!
Anyway, we had nice mini empanadas, (empanadanitos) nachos etc and also got some water on board. After about a million kisses we managed to say goodbye to the crew.
So up to shower and then meet all of the NZers at the Peruvian Place as per the now established tradition.
How long was the night going to be? What epic stories would emerge to grow with the telling and meld with the Clive and the pisco sour story or Kelly and the cat puppet story?
Would anyone do an all nighter and see the sunrise in up San Cristobel?
I have learnt in my old age however, and had very little alcohol in me ( in fact close to zero) despite the 4.30am finish!
It was a fluke, as I had ordered the compulsory (as in the NZERS last night tradition here), triple sized Pisco Sour called a Cathedral (from Peru) but it was so awful I didn't drink it and then ordered a wine which tasted horrible too because of the previous sips of pisco sour, so didn't drink that either.
The story to add to the pack is kinda about dogs. or more specifically barking like a dog.
The cat man came around again, making a nuisance of himself selling cat puppets to the visitors. He is actually very clever and entertaining, and he sells plenty. We had had two years of stories about how many Kelly from Waikato had bought and why etc, so she looked in horror when he appeared, and also seemed to recognise her, 'oh nuevo zelandesca's or something close to that.

I suddenly had a great idea and shared it with the 3 blokes either side of me. As the cat man got closer and closer we caught each other's eye and all of a sudden the 4 of us jumped up explosively and started to bark at the top of our voices at the approaching cat man. It was one of the funniest things to be involved in!!!! Jeannie (Clive's daughter) thought it was the funniest but most embarrassing thing she had seen. This was in a very public place with many diners and other restaurants close by. Had to be there?
Bella Vista is such a great place to hang out in and it took me so many bloody visits to find it!
The whole place was rocking later on at 3am, with rock, jazz, electronic, folk, whatever was your fancy.
Later on that night I was in the jazz place and fell in love. The 2 boys were across the road in the folksy place learning about the revolution and were in heaven by the time I found them around 3am, and the rest of the NZ crew were somewhere else but I found them/tripped up on them at 4am on my way home to bed. They could not believe we had the foresight to stay in such a neighbourhood!
The trip has been great, good company, friggin long hours of travel, but all was good.
I wanted to cry when my coffee didn't come quickly at brekky the next morning, so you can imagine how tired I was.
Hasta manana baby.