As it turns out, Guinean night clubs are quite strange.
First of all, nobody seems to really go to them. We went to three different nightclubs at midnight on a Saturday and they were all almost completely empty.
A typical crazy Saturday night at a hoppin' Guinean club!
Second, NOBODY DANCES WITH ONE ANOTHER. Instead, they dance by themselves in front of mirrors. I'm not joking. I watched one guy in particular practice his best N'SYNC moves in front of a mirror for a good thirty minutes. Halfway through, a girl came up and started trying to initiate something that might have looked like dancing together. Unable to share the sexy, homeboy promptly moved himself away from the girl (as she was obstructing his view in the mirror) and continued to “bye-bye-bye” his way into the early morning.
My Guinean Narcissus was even too engrossed to notice while I took no less than ten pictures of him.
This is the best one I could get without moving into his mirror space, which he would surely have noticed.
Third, oh third. The club-wear is almost as terrifying as its American counterpart. Guinean women love them some distressed, animal-printed jeggings.
Finally, Guinean clubs are especially bizarre because you are sure to run into awkward ex-patriots who do things like this:
And this:
That one was for you, Monsieur Le Crocodile.
Sorry for the delay in posts! I should get up two or three this week :) I have lots to tell you all, and... PICTURES OF MY CROCODILE :)
-mandy
No comments:
Post a Comment