It's 3AM and I have just returned from drinks with some of AMB's Global Health Corp crew. We started at Bubbles O'Leary, a mediocre Irish pub that I would never have partonised willingly in Australia. Yet, here I was. All the usual categories of expat dancers were represented. There was the carefree but awful dancer, the over enthusiastic carpet scorcher, the douche bag with the raised collar, the reserved shuffler, the self-conscious mover, the lyrics enactor and the tired stumbler. Why was I here?
After, we went to 'BBQ lounge'. During the day this place might actually be a purveyor of barbecued delights but at least on this particular friday night, it was a serving up some serious beats. People were moving to the music like only Africans can; with no reservation and leading from their hips. The packed crowd was moving with each beat, surging with every chorus. The building was not much more than an extended tree house but the energy was infectious and the music carried us.
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