I spent yesterday drinking lots of rum. The local tipple is called Tanduay and only costs a couple quid for a big bottle. Sweet.
I started my day on White Island which is just a big sand bar that people flock to to do some sun tanning and swimming. I headed there for a look, snapped some photos and was invited to join a group of local guys who were manning the food and drinks stall. They were helping themselves to the rum and I could hardly refuse an offer like that!
The problem was we were drinking it in shots and chasing it with Sprite. Not my usual choice but when in Rome… After a couple bottles I offered to buy one and we stuck in again. Then the wife of one of the guys arrived, screamed a bit at him, then grabbed the Sprite and my precious rum and poured it out. Where is the respect? Turns out she was jealous of her hubby drinking with another girl — me. That was kinda cool… I’ve never caused someone to spiral into a jealous rage before.
So we moved our drinking to the beach before I headed back to Enigmata for, what I thought would be, a quiet night. Not two steps into the doorway I was accosted by Rowena, the owner’s sister and before I knew it I was on the back of a motorbike heading out to a karaoke place. I think I’ve found my calling. Where has karaoke been all these years? I think my theory of the louder you sing the better you become was tested but I’m not sure if it was proven correct or not. We did manage to clear the place out while polishing off even more rum.
Then things get a bit blurry but I think there was a lot of dancing involved. A lot of bad dancing, I mean. And there is a hangover involved right now. So that tells me it was a good night!
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