One thing I dislike about piki piki’s (motorbike-ish
things) is that the drivers are nearly always drunk or high. Like Kristina’s
driver did a shot of Konyagi at the bar, and another on the way to his bike.
Comforting!
In Tengeru we got on a dala dala into Arusha, it
was dark already, so I felt threatened by such a different city to Leeds (a
millions miles apart in my opinion.) The meal was lovely; £5 for chicken chunks
in red wine sauce, penne pasta, sauce, cheese, bacon, mushrooms and onions!
The restaurant was so empty, even thought there
was lots of music playing, It got to half past 8 and we figured it was going to
be a crappy night, so we intended to leave. All of a sudden more people were
appearing, filling the bar area and sitting by the roaring open fire pit. We
paid the bill and went to the bar area outside abut a stage/area place.
Everyone went to buy a drink, and I wasn’t sure
what I wanted, in Corfu I drank cocktails, but I wasn’t sure how expensive they
were. I eventually decided on a pinocolada and the bar man ended up inviting
me behind the bar to make my drink and randomly some other people were acting
as if I was part of the staff. I wasn’t too good at making it since I poured
half of it on the floor (oopsidaisy) but it was a lovely drink.
We all sat by the fire for a while and there were
some Europeans sat nearby who Kristina wanted to befriend, she leaves last out
of all the volunteers so she doesn’t want to be a loner. They ended up doing
karaoke and me and Kristina were singing louder than they were on the
microphones. When they had done we requested ‘livin’ on a
prayer’ by Bon Jovi and belted it out like strangled cats – it was beautiful.
The arena had filled up completely with
westerners and the music was all stuff we recognised; it sounded really good so
we went to dance, it was like being a club it was that full and the music was
that loud. Tom bought us all B52 shots which were so sooooo nice! Thanks tom;
got my new favourite shot. I made another pinocolada behind the bar which
Kristina shook up for me so I didn’t spill another one.
We were dancing around like crazy in the mass of
people and we finally found someone in fancy dress, no idea what he was but he
had lines all over his face, a painted nose and fake long black curly hair
extensions which I accidentally pulled out of his hair while inspecting it.
It got to about 2 in the morning and I was so
sleepy, so I went to stand and watch the mayhem from afar. I was stood
peacefully against a railing and some guy came over asking me to dance, he was
Tanzanian and apparently did safaris here. He wanted my ‘contact details’ so we
could meet up whist I was there, erm ‘meet up’ not so innocent I don’t think. I
pretended not to have a phone here and then he asked about Facebook I gave him
my name spelt completely wrong! Ha!
I finally got away from him and went back to
dance some more. As soon as I found everyone the dance floor was clearing and
these Tanzanian guys were filing on. Turned out they were an awesome dance
troop who took there shirts off to reveal very nice washboard abs! After more
dancing we decided to head home and got back to Peace Matunda at about 20 to 5
in the morning.
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