It is Turkey

There are loads of cultural differences between the people we know here and the ones from home; and we often explain them away by saying "it is Turkey".

Friday night sometime between midnight and 4 a.m. we were awakened by the sound of four gunshots.  It sounded so close that both Nicole and I got up to look out our windows.

Cam often sees hunters roaming the forest on his way to the lease locations. Just the other day our site manager was out by his chicken pen with a gun and the first year we were here there was a man with a gun who strolled by our place regularly.

The police carry machine guns and the military men we see in town carry sidearms.

None of that explains why someone would be firing a gun after dark in our holiday village.