I didn´t have a proper crazy party night for a long long time (the drawback of low budget). However, Bocas the Toro is a party location, so I saw it as my cultural duty to immerse myself into the local habits And if you want to drink who would be better company than some English country lads my age escaping the bad weather at home (has anyone ever heard of Darby?).
Todays destination: the Aqua Lounge, Bocas del Toros most popular club (some daytime web pictures)
- @ my mum: you should stop reading here
The tour started easy with some beers at the hostel bar. around 10>00 we ordered a water taxi to get us to the Aqua Lounge, the most popular club on the Bocas islands. Located on a separate island, every visitor needs to take a water taxi to get there (probably good business). The club is something like a spring break party dream: cheap cocktails and beer, multiple pools and a massive amount of drug dealers easily recognizable in the party crowd. As usual, I stuck to my beer (and maybe some cigarettes) but the others went just crazy.
Some us us ended up in the pools (none had swimming gear). Some girls were just out of it and forced us into some dances with them that were rather softporn. I think I was asked about 20 times if I wanted to by cocaine, often to European prices (which must be a total rip off). Not that that would stop my greedy friends from buying several times. I don't recall all the details of the way back, but I know that there was so much confusion that we arrived in separate boats. Our water taxi stopped in the middle of the ocean. I was later told that they refused to bring us to land if we didn't buy cocaine from them. I think the drivers were just confused by my friends intentions. Anyways, I stayed out of it and money solves everything.
Back at our island we sat a little bit at the pier. I was done, but obviously some of the guys were still quite active. Also the guy with the room keys hasn't appeared yet! So they decided to head out into the little town in our village to get cigarettes. (It was 3AM, the town has about 1000 inhabitants, all Caribbean Creoles). Obviously everything was closed but we bumped into a group of young people and one of the guys said he knew how to get stuff. Being completely devoid of common sense security measures my friends followed. We ended up knocking on some windows until an old grumpy black lady opened, shouted at us something in Creole and sold us cigarettes. Our guide then invited us to join him for a beer in the local bar.
OMG, this bar was really local. We were the only white people. All ages were mixed and I think there was nobody who was not high on something (they had good music though). I felt like in a old school road movie.
the bar at daytime
I had some really crazy conversations and experiences that night, but when I finally ended up in my hammock, I was really glad that I survived that night unharmed and with quite some dollars left in my pocket.
PS: I actually had a room, but the brutal air-conditioning made me favor the hammock on the deck next to the sea :D
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