Â Going Out In LiberiaÂ
The centre of Liberia is quite small in retrospect, the prospects of going out are not too great for the hardcore ravers, we have, more or less, three bars that are all competing for worse or worst... I'll leave you to imagine the rest. Casa Pueblo happens to be my favourite, it's a local bar, quite small, medium dark blue walls, some scrappy old couches that are more like matresses sewn together and wobbly dark wooden tables. It has class. And its one great attraction? Hookahs. It has become tradition to knock at least one over per night, and Im guessing that some of you dont know what Im talking about! Now I'm so sick of whenever I even begin to broach this subject, having to give at least ten different names for this thing, so I shall cover them now, and lets not mention it again!
- Ottoman Pipe
(For those who dont know, its a smoking device used for wet tobacco, and it has Middle Eastern/Turkish origin.) So Hannah sits there blissfully happy getting high, and all the troubles of the world just melt away.
The second place people go to, usually just an excuse of waiting around until the third place we go to actually gets busy. LIB - still trying to work out who thought of the name, its more the elegant place, suitable for after work coctails, not really youths looking for fun, and it features a mix of Michael Jackson and Raeggaeton. I prefer to avoid it. They have way too comfy sofas.
The third place we go to, by which point we are too pissed to actually care, is Bar Luna, the local gay bar. We have had many an interesting encounter there, and its the only place where we can actually dance. If youre not too much of a homophobe, dare the dance floor with our professional dancer, Rudieger Koch, he'll show you ways to move you never knew you could. ha.
Â Stumbling out around 2-4 am, this night bares no comparison!