The day had started as any other - John sleeping the day away, poweraide, chicken and beer - elementary things.
Hannah invited some of her fellow church goers to the hostel. Nice people. One had a guitar and took requests. Good fun, singing and some light drinking. Robin, this dude from Germany who is a part if some Youth With A Mission group, then whips out his guitar, and in no time at all, the common room is filled with the sound of feel-good praise music and singing. Honestly sounded a little brain washy.
John and I, feeling a tad awkward, decide its time to go out. The Christian band had moved on by the time we left, but came back briefly to try and sway us with blessed sweets.
Off to the park we went, scoring a large beer from the convenience store, to mingle. Out of nowhere came a bongo drum line, and the crowd quickly gathered.
The music quickly took hold, and drunken party goers quickly descended to dance to the rhythmic beats. Part of the fun included their giving one of the drums to those in the crowd to join in! Our man Younis from France was the lucky first recipient.
After picking up a couple souvenirs from the local stands (one had a huge hello kitty towel that I wanted (for my Neice) but it was not for sale), we went to that damn Thursday bar again. It was packed. Not so much a bar any more than a club. I somehow ended up with a large feather in my hair as we danced. Don't ask me how.
Street food was the order of the hour, whatever hour it was. BBQ chicken kebabs!
Time flew by, and I hit the hostel at about 4:30, greeted by a couple guests watching the football. Germany was playing Ghana. After Ghana had scored, I sent a drunken email to a certain work colleague (classy I know) proclaiming Germany's lack of any chance at winning. After reading this, maybe they'll understand how that email came about. They drew in the end, so technically I was right!
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