Oei! That was dangerous

Of course new year eve started at 7pm in the evening with rum and cola with Olgi, Juan Carlos and the abuelo. It´s normal here to pour a shot of rum with the same amount of cola and drink it at once. Pretty strong. After 3 shots I went in town with my a firecracker, 12 grapes, a bottle of white wine and my camera, feeling a little bit sad leaving my guestfamilies party.
With a group of 10 students of the school we went to Parque Central where the big fiesta is. There were already thousands of persons listening to folklore music and drinking rum cola.
After a drink in a bar we went to the big fiesta, when I thought it would be fun to light a firecracker. I didn´t know how it worked, and Natacha from Suisse helped me lighting it, only it was upside down and we lighted the bomba on the end. So there was an enormous bang and it exploded in her hand.
It looked really nasty with big bloody blisters, under her skin on her fingers. She was afraid of blood and said she couldn´t hear or see anymore. Two Guatemalteco boys called a ambulance while I was trying to prevent Natacha from fainting. I was so glad I could speak a little Spanish and understand them.
In the ambulance they asked me where to go, a privado or municipal hospital. In 10 minutes we were in the privado and they helped us immediately. It were only blisters on the surface which hurt like hell for a day or two and then it would heal very quickly. They made us a bill of 300 Quetzales. That is about 25 euro. We only had 265 Quetzales. People are so friendly here, they said that 265 was enough. Even in the hospital you can bargain in Gueatemala.
If we would have go to the municipal hospital, it would have taken us hours of waiting in a room full of firework victums and alcoholics (the mayority). Now we were done in half an hour.
We hurried back to the center and at 5 past midnight we arrived, without any Quetzal left. It was so full of people we couldn´t reach the parque central or the other students (who had know idea where we went). I felt completly sober by then and Natacha was in pain but could also laugh again. We decided to go home. I brought her to her door, once again telling her I was so ashamed it happened.
A little after midnight I went to Olgi, Juan Carlos and the abuelo. They poured me another rum cola and some traditional Food. Together with some Marimba music and great stories of the abuelo about ghost in the neighborhood, I could understand better and better with more rum, it was 4.30am before we went to bed.
Hope you all had a more safe año nuevo.