As part of the celebration we experienced in Tigua the night we were there, the locals seemed to be tormenting a couple bulls. At one point, one of the bulls escaped from the pen and there was a minor panic, but soon enough a group of men got the thing rounded up and order was restored. It was quite a spectacle and my buddy Jonathan and I became another minor spectacle for the locals who must have been wondering what the heck we were doing there joining them in their party.
The night we were in Tigua, the locals were celebrating a school that had received some funding from an international source. They were all out tormenting a bull or two, drinking, dancing and generally whooping it up Andean style! We strolled down and received a few strange looks, but mostly saw smiling faces and people who were happy to have us join in their celebration.
The drive from Pujili up through the mountains and paramo toward Tigua, is very, very beautiful. The rolling hills and sweeping panoramas of hillsides dotted with cultivated, checkered fields and the occasional thatched roof hut, is really something to take in slowly and leisurely as if looking on it while lingering over a fine wine.