The Bungling Fool
Trip Start
May 26, 2007
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Trip End
Ongoing
Cali,
Colombia
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
The only bad thing about this party town is that it gets a little pricy. I had to pay about $8 a night for accomodation (although it came with a toilet that would flush toilet paper which was a nice change from having to bin it) and an entre, main and a drink at a restaurant was costing me $3 (bloody rip-off!).
The first night we went out was good fun. A lot of people from the hostel, drinking a lot of rum (beer, at $1 a pop, is a little too expensive) and all trying to dance. Except at one club. No dancing there. It was set up like a ball room with the dance floor in the centre of the room with tables and booths ascending upwards around it. People would wait for a song they liked, pair up and dance like professionals til the song was over. The floor would then clear entirely and would only fill up again after the next song started. Here, if you couldn't dance you were nothing. I was nothing. I wanted to stay anyway but me 2 left feet were so ashamed they just walked me out the door.
The next day was one of the best hangover days i've ever had in my life. We set up some music, a few snacks and bundled ourselves in some hamocks. Before we knew it the entire hostel had come to join us and we spent the whole day veggin out, chatting and getting people to bring us food to keep us going. Altogether i spent about 9 straight hours in the hammock, which i would say is an achievement. You suppose you could also argue that it's lazy. Whatever. I was thinking the whole day about retiring and never leaving the hammock again but i had to get geared up for a big night out.
I should have stayed in the hammock.
Everything that night was going swimmingly until the bungling fool made an appearance. I'll give ya just one guess who the bungling fool is... had a go? well if ya guessed linz you'd be spot on. It's as if his brain slowly shuts down as the night progresses, a light slowly dimming before switching off. It was the point where his brain had difficulty sending signals to his hands that stung us. It was just a simple trip to the toilet for anyone who thought process was intact, but this time he had to leave the control of his hands up to instinct, which is how all his money ended up falling in the toilet. It landed in what was described to me as a half-green, semi-formed stool and, unsurpringly, that's where it remained. After telling me the tragic tale i agreed to let him mooch off me for the night so i gave him my money to get himself a much needed drink. not long after we jump in a cab, get out at a club, line up, go to pay the entrance fee..."Um, Robbo... i think i must have dropped your money in the cab...". So thanks to old mate stubby fingers we were stuck in the middle of nowhere without a dime. We jumped in a cab to go home, which we obviously couldn't afford, so i suggested i runner. A decision promptly over-ruled by linz who still gets night terrors from our last attempt. Instead we pay the driver with money from the hostel and go out to try and find a quick snack (linz's shout). I decide to buy a packet of chips and linz decides to buy a 1 litre bag of grape flavoured yoghurt (remember how i mentioned the whole dim light thing...). We go back to the hostel and cradle ourselves in our hammocks where i enjoy my chips and while linz has one sip of his yoghurt and then sits there baffled as to why in the world he decided to buy yoghurt. Soon after we retire to bed and dream about what might have been
