I have strayed into wanton territory of going out and partying. A reality so far removed from what I would enjoy doing at home is what I've immersed myself within over the past couple of days. I wasn't initaially going to post my drunken escapades over a blog but I really cannot be bothered writing them out several times. So mum, block your eyes. Actually there is nothig that bad in this.
It all began on Wednesday night. I'm living with five volunteers and we all decided it would be a fantastic idea to predrink at home before going out to a reggae party. So, another house of volunteers who live by us and our house started the partying far too early at our house. We have a spot bar down the road which was our constant alcohol supply. Gin sachets are 30 pesowas which is actually like 20cents, so you can imagine it got quite messy quite quickly. It got really fun when our host family joined in. So our host mother, her son and security joined in drinking with us. It was a pretty surreal experience but funny. By 11.30 when we decided it was time to head to the party none of us were walking entirely well. And we swayed our way down to junction, by the time we got into the taxi the cloud of drunkeness became too much for me and i could already forsee the violent illness that i was bringing upon myself. The night degenerated from there and we left pretty early because we got prematurely drunk which ruined it.
Friday night, we didnt drink but i did see one of the most awesome things i've seen during my trip in Ghana. We went to a street dance competition between nigeria, cameroon, kenya, tanzania, and ghana. It was epic. You can't imagine the dancing, mainly because i can't describe it properly through words. Just accept my word that it was pretty effing great.
Ok, and last night. That was always going to be a crazy one. We went to a bar where you pay twenty cedi to get in and then you can drink as much as you want the entire night. Obviously, people got drunk. After we were don drinking, the next step was dancing so we moved to another palce. Its called Vienna City and the guidebook describes it as being teeming with hookers- it might be the one point in the book that the guidebook gets 100% accurate. So, that was fun for the guys and there was a lot of body grinding. For us obroni ladies, there were ample men willing to dance- and more. I had love declared upon me three times, a marriage proposal, an offer 'to take me for the night' and one guy was so audacious as to boldly state he wanted to 'fuck me'. Ghana really is a whole new world but as i've said, it might be flattering if it wasnt so blatantly creepy. The night ended at 5am because one of our lads was keen to leave to avoid an angry hooker. oh and i got free amazing pizza which was great because i was effing hungry by then.
Forgive my writing skills- its the bare minimum because im slightly hungover- no mad illness so i must be acclimatising. don't worry mum i didn't drink too much, or get up to any crazy shenanigans ;)
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