After a wonderfully greasy breakfast of McDonald's, we checked out of the apartment and walked down Long Street to Penthouse-on-Long Backpackers, the next place we were staying. It turned out to be a really cool place located on the top floor of a building right next to an African Crafts market which we returned to after checking in and dropping our stuff off.
For dinner that night we made a salad with the vegetables we had left from our shopping excursion, and some pizza from a nearby restaurant. Exhausted from the previous night, the plan was to eat, get into pj's, and maybe watch some TV shows before retiring to bed early. But sometimes there are forces of the universe that intervene, and in this case the force's name was Michael. Michael worked at the backpackers and was indiscriminately/overwhelmingly if not aggressively friendly to everyone who passed through. A loud, eccentric combination of a 25/5 year old, he had a strong affinity for slapping his butt and humping (usually inanimate) objects. But like I said, he was very friendly and convinced us to at least come up to the bar on the roof for a bit which, after reasoning that we should get to know people at the place we'd be staying for the next several days, we did. It turned out to be a good idea and we made quite a few friends that night including Chaz, a Filipino chef from Australia and Carlos and Paul, two PCV's from Cameroon.
Anyways, just going to the bar on the roof eventually turned into all of us going out and exploring Cape Town night life. Jason, the bartender, went, partly for fun, partly to chaperon Michael; a full time job in of itself.
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