I
got up and went for breakfast at 10 but little did I know what was waiting for
me. I walked into an ambush of more drinks and shots. This set the tone for the
rest of the day.
We
sat outside drinking and chatting the whole day and having a bit of food now
and then. In the evening the party continued before we moved on again to mama
Africa and Temple. The music sucked and the club was full of smoke so
eventually decided to go home at about 4.
During
the day Daniel was searching for his wallet before deciding to cancel his cards
etc only for us to find it under a bed in my room. Another crazy thing for the
day was that a Danish guy had disappeared. He was last seen with a drug dealer
at about 3am and then nothing. His friends spent the day going to hospitals and
police etc looking for him but there was no news. He eventually turned up at
about 10pm after spending the day partying and sleeping at the drug dealer’s
house.
After
going to bed I was woken by my aussie dorm mates when they got home (not much
after me) and spend an hour chatting about funny travel stories and re-enacting
Daniels entrance into the room the previous night.