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We pulled into Raleigh after experiencing one of the worst examples of customer service imaginable. After getting off the phone to Ann Robinson and the rest of the Watchdog team, we set out to explore North Carolina’s state capital. Andrew was famished so we headed to the ‘Hibernian Bar’, an irish themed hostelry on the edge of downtown Raleigh. From here we joined our respective couch surfing hosts.
Kez and myself were staying with a chap called Edouard. As had become a familiar tactic, Kez had dismissed the plethora of attractive girls and plumped for an apparent ‘weirdy beardy’. (just wait until I’m handed the reigns on the west coast!) Fortunately, the beard had gone and Edouard turned out to be pretty cool. He lived with a british guy called Tom and they took us out into Raleigh that evening. A couple of girls that lived in the flat next door had joined us. One of them would definitely have ‘got it’. The other definitely wouldn’t. The look that Kez gave me said, ‘I want the fit one’, (standards he would go on to drop in Charlotte!)
We went to a bar called The Ugly Monkey where we had alcoholic slushies and spun a wheel that determined the shots we had to drink. We then headed to a private members club called Jackpot. It was one of the dingiest places I’ve ever been, however the atmosphere was really good and consequently el vino and pitchers of beer did flow.
Back at Edouard’s, the alcohol that I had consumed rendered me unconscious in a matter of seconds. This was rather fortunate as Kez was forced to sit and listen to the sound of our host and his girlfriend pounding away in the next room. According to Kez, he was quite a performer!
Ben
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