It is full of bulls. For real, those horned bastards are like everywhere. And when I say everywere I mean EVERYWERE. You go buy bread? Bam, a bull running on the street. You sit under a tree in a hot day of summer? Guess what is sitting on a branch... exactly, a bull. You open the fridge looking for some fresh yoghurt? You find your yoghurt, because bulls would frozen inside a fridge. But then you turn your back and BAM!!! A bull. They are everywhere, Lord have mercy of us.
Joking apart XDDDDD I don't know... I suppose it is like anywhere else. But what do I know if I never leave my home??? lmaoooooo!!!!