monday nightlife

It turns out, that strangers are often a lot nicer than one might think; especially Irish ones. In the next 10 minutes, I, just like Lindo, had become friends with the guy. In doing that, we had (together) found a place to stay for the night: all bundled into Karsweis room in glorious air-con.

As we talked about who we were and slowly prepared to go to sleep, I realized that I wasn’t actually that sleepy. Huh. Not having slept on the plane and having been out the night before, I still did not feel weary. Maybe the adrenaline hit from having been in an unfamiliar scenario at 2am was still going strong.

“Hey, we should go out again!”

A foolish suggestion, but one that might just work – Lindo was inebriated (and in this state, he’s usually up for anything) and Karswei didn’t not strike me as a granddad (aka. one who needs to sleep early. Cf. with one Mr Nguyen we know).

And whaddya know, it worked like a charm! Both Lindo and Karswei (after a bit of poking) were out and about. It was 3:30am in Darwin with 28degree heat. I’ll be honest, I didn’t expect much. I mean, c’mon, it’s Darwin, it’s 3:30am, it was Monday! What seriously was going to be open? At most, I expected to see the sights of the “city” without the pesky brunt of locals ruining it all. That didn’t happen.

What did happen was that when we reached our 45^th step (aka. only about 50m away), we were passing a club called Discovery. As mentioned many a times, it was 3:30am and it was just past their lock out time. As we were walking past, we hear:

“Oi! You guys wanna go in?” Sagely nodding followed and we entered.

Yep, that’s right folks, we went clubbing in Darwin at 3:30am on a Monday!

Just read that statement again to let it sink in.

As incredulous as it was, we were clubbing on a Monday in the most happening place in Australia on said day: Darwin. We walk into the club and were immediately hit by the wall of hard trance that was coming from the DJ. Could this night get stranger? Darwin clubbing is with hard trance. I’m talking Bubble style music here! But the night did get stranger. We were sitting there having a Coke and the few girls that were left “just happened” to brush past us many times. The rest of the club was empty for heaven’s sake!

The club was flooded in desperation. It reeked of the attitude: “just come and say anything, my legs are open”. I mean, I walked passed one girl to get to the bar and buy a Coke and she gave me “you didn’t even try and hit on me!” look. Wtf? She later went and started dancing on the table.

Now I’ve mentioned the girls, but they guys there were also just fucked. They sat amongst themselves and danced a bit. I sat in awe, not comprehending what was going on. With that much sexual energy and desperation, anyone could have picked one of the girls up. Yet, though they admired, they never moved a muscle to actually do anything. Go figure.

Anyway, at the tender time of 4:30am, after sitting and wondering just what life in Darwin must be like (and from what we’d seen, it couldn’t be that good!), we decided to slowly head off home. Exiting the club, the tidal wave of heat hit us immediately. Huh. The inside of the club wasn’t hot and sticky, that was outside!

Anyway, we sweltered in the heat of the darkness and walked that 50-ish meters and collapsed onto mattresses with no bedding.