Hey there, I'm heading out for a bit. If I don't come back, don't worry, it just means that I've finally been hit in the head by a fire cracker. See, they're legal here and it's perfectly okay to launch them anywhere, anytime between now and New Year's day. Today I saw a two year old lighting one. If someone invites you to watch the fireworks on Silvester (New Year's Eve) they don't mean any kind of city organized spectacle, they mean let's go and blow things up along with 500,000 other people trying to blow things up. It's the closest I've ever come to a war zone and as long as you don't have any qualms about burning hair or melted shoes, it's all kinds of fun. It's lovely to sit and write this to the high pitch squeal of balls of fire shooting past and the smell of sulfur wafting through my window. No, really, it is.