I lived there for about 6 months.
Most evenings there would be men walking their fighting bulls up and down the road outside of my house. One evening I made a joke that in England we eat the bulls and walk the dogs whereupon my brother in law told me to shut up as the guy parading past was known to have killed at least 5 people for money.
I was never allowed to go to the bull fights or Muay Thai as they knew I would end up with people wanting to fight me.
One of the men who lived in the house behind ours was a known yaa baa dealer. During the crackdown on drugs a crew of policemen showed up and shot him dead.No warning or attempt at arrest just bang, bang, bang.
Drunk in a karaoke bar I went to the toilet and with the dim lighting I sat back down at the wrong table. I had a hand gun at my temple before I could apologise and the feeling of a gun being cocked whilst pressed to my temple is not one I will ever forget.