Ajda and I had dinner at Rum Doodle, the place where Everest Trekkers go after their treks to celebrate. It was pretty dead because its off season but we still enjoyed it! I had vegetarian pizza and Ajda had mushroom and onion. Both were made with Yak Cheese of course. Groups of Trekkers write on giant feet and post them, and there are now hundreds, if not thousands, of feet posted around the entire place! It's so fun to read them all... People get creative (sort of like Topanga Cafe for Vancouverites). The oldest foot we found was from 1995.
We sat around for two hours and decided to call it a night. We bundled back up and took on the evening streets. I'm feeling pretty pro at this point cause I have our little area of Thumal nailed down as far as directions go. Suddenly a tiny coked out hyper Napolese guy jumps in our faces and is screaming "COME COME LOOK COME HAVE FUN JUST CHECK IT OUT COME!" Grabbing our hands and smiling and being super stoked on life. We hear Gangnam Style blasting from the basement.... Ajdas anthem at the moment. We decided to walk downstairs and check it out, because why not?it was only 8pm, and we were clearly making this guys day.
We walk in, and that's when my brain turns to scrambled eggs.
The song is on repeat, full bass max volume. The club is dimly lit with red lights, and there's about 8 booths around a low, checker tiled stage. Seizure inducing strobe lights and flashes and disco bulbs are going off everywhere. We have to scream to hear one another. "WHERE YOU FROM?!??!" Little man yells.
A menu is thrown in our faces, and everything is super overpriced. Beer is the most expensive thing, but we quickly realize we don't want to risk ordering a mixed drink, and we don't want to cause any problems by refusing to buy anything, so we splurge and share a Tuborg. On the stage, a man... I mean woman.... I mean man.... Is dancing in high heels 3 sizes too big for his/her little stubby feet. Her boxers are also showing as she thrusts her hips and her dress rides up to her hips.
We look at each other in disbelief. Huh?!???
We look around and see that we are the only guests in the bar/club and everyone else is either a sketchy looking Napolese men ("wanna buy hasshhhhhh") or tranny womenmen.
A ladyboy approaches Ajda. "YOUR HAIR SO BEOOTIFULLLLL" Shehe said, petting her hair and holding her cheeks. She kept repeating how beautiful Ajda was and touching her, clearly high on some sort of club drug that made her love the world.
A group of three guys walk in with the same guy who had prompted us into the place. "WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK DID WE JUST WALK INTO?" Said one of the kids in a North American accent. Exactly our thoughts. They booked it out of there before they were ushered into a booth like us. We were desperately trying to make eye contact with them, hoping that they would pleeeeease join us so we didn't feel like the only people in the world. But they had tunnel vision set on the exit and didn't even notice us.
After Ajda got some good footage of the stage dancing, we drank our beers in about two gulps, and got the hell out off there. Total time spent in bar: 7 minutes.
We walked the rest of the way home laughing our asses off in total confusion.
What just happened to us?
I didn't feel comfortable whipping out my iPhone so I unfortunately didn't get any photos of our experience but Ajdas footage will be up eventually.
Photos below are of the awesome dinner joint we went to. Might go back tomorrow!
New slogan:
NO RICKSHAW
NO TIGERBALM
NO HASHISH
NO 10 RUPEES
NO I DON'T LIKE
NO SEXY
NO GUIDE
Namaste!
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