Both of us slept through breakfast. Damn, best meal of the day and even better after a night of drinking….missed. So we did the next best thing went back to the bar! It was about 9 or so and the bar had a breakfast option, which was bear bones but it was better than nothing and we were starving. I think we even turned a few heads as the regulars who were there the night before couldn’t believe that we were back so early. We ate and then went back to the room. Simon went back to sleep and I took advantage of the Germans not being around and caught up on some much needed web surfing.
Later that afternoon, Simon received a text from a friend saying that she was having a going away party in uptown downtown Nairobi. And we remembered that we were meeting Vincent from work for a few beers later that evening. So we slow-played everything and ended up leaving to meet Vincent at 6, the start time of the Arsenal match (Simon’s team). He showed up at 7…grr. He had been drinking since noon and was in a very funny state when he arrived. The entire time he was going off on some funny tangents about experiences and what to do or not to do and his life… Simon had a longer attention span than I did. I could keep up for about 3 minutes or so before focusing on the soccer game. Well there was also that girl from the night before…just like the movies, she texted back! Let the texting commence. And let me tell you, be thankful for having the free unlimited texting options because when you don’t it costs $$$, well not too much but it is a hassle to have to go out and buy credits every few days.
Simon and I left after the match amidst Vincent trying to set up a waitress with Simon. We made it back to the house and then decided to head into Nairobi. Getting to the city wasn’t really a problem, but once we were there we had a hell of a time finding the place. We walked through the city for a little while startling quite a few people at the sight of two Wazungus without cars in Nairobi at night. After asking for directions from various people and calling Simon’s friend, we finally found a matatu to take us to the part of town we were looking for. Upon arriving, we exited and followed a complete stranger down some poorly lit streets before he left us and pointed us in the right direction down some more poorly lit streets. But he comforted us saying that we were in an upscale part of town…yeah, cool dude but shit happens everywhere otherwise there wouldn’t be 20’ high electrified and fortified fences all around.
Well we made it to the restaurant safely and just in time to leave. Darn, we were planning on having supper there. And we missed a full goat that was prepared for the party. Double darn. We were then told by Simon’s friend to get a ride to the nightclub with a friend of hers whom we weren’t introduced to. Time to put on the charm. We introduced ourselves just outside of the restaurant and snatched a ride. The place looked like it was going to cost a fortune to get into, bust surprisingly there wasn’t a covercharge! We went in and ended up standing at one end of the bar while watching yet another soccer match. Most of the other white people in the group were dancing albeit with their significant others or in the single sex groups that I haven’t seen since high school.
Just as we were warming up to the place and the 80 db speaker right next to the table, the group decided to leave and go upstairs. We followed suit hoping for greener pastures only to find out that they weren’t so green after all. The place was packed and probably would have been fun had we been in a different mood. But it seemed like everyone there was with someone else so Simon and I decided to split and head back to the other place.
It turned out being the smart move as we made a few friends who were celebrating a birthday. By that point we were ready to dance again and drew the eyes of just about everyone in the place at one point or another. I think we don’t like sharing the spotlight with other Wazungu. Besides we are the only young white guys that we have seen dancing without white girls…claim to fame and dirty looks from the Kenyan stags everywhere because the girls are always watching us!
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