This Saturday I met up with my Canadian friend to go clubbing with him, his workmate and his workmate's wife. We went to a reggae place. I took a tax there and was not sure I was at the right place until I smelt weed at the entrance - then I knew I had arrived:-) Reggae clubs the world over have some signature scents:-)
The reggae music was nice. After that we decided to go clubbing, but were not able to get to the club because my friend's workmate was wearing sneakers. Thus ended the night. The next day though a few of us went to a Lebanse place on Rue le jardin called Automatique. It's rumored to have the best sharwamas in Abidjan. After that we went for a few drinks at a Marquee.
Oh, one funny story. One night I went out with my couchsurfing host (Esther) and another cousin of hers. I had noticed that women in Abidjan had very strange eating habits - they ate very little. I had also noticed that everyone seemed extremely self-conscious about their weight. What I had not yet noticed was that I was their new fat friend:-) A few drinks later, Esther's cousin whose stick-thin figure/Victoria Beckham angles I was a bit freaked out by, decided I needed an intervention. "Ciku, do you know I used to be your size." I thought to myself "lucky you. What happened?" Then the skinny heifer continues "Then I went on a diet and voila - here I am - all 2 dimensional. I can send you the diet." I was horrified - did this girl really think that she could give me health and weight advice? I work out 3 days a week, I eat healthy, I love my curves! Clearly thin is in in Abidjan - I should arrange an exchange program to Kenya where they will realize that I am average size here. Mschew!