Looking for beers after a great meal at â€˜the local jointâ€™ and we find ourselves here.
We duck into the only place that doesnâ€™t seem to be Muslim, across from the hotel Becci is staying in, and the first two characters in itâ€™s sign are Tea and Beer.. Not a bad start.
Oddly enough we walk in to find the receptionists desk surrounded by a series of small cubicles with tables and chairs and men and women in them… it becomes clear to me, this isnâ€™t the place to be. Iâ€™m third inside and Dan is negotiating with the â€˜bartender.â€™ I follow upstairs as I look about at the gentlemen sitting about the tables within the cubicles. This place is far from social. Up a series of stairs and past a bathroom with a sink full of brown liquid and to our room. No knob, no lock, just a hole with some twisted metal.
Inside the ceiling is covered in holiday paper, there is a set of four chairs around a plain table, a t.v. in the corner and a fan above it pointing downward toward the simple bed in the corner. A glance about the room indicates weâ€™re all on the same page now.
What have we done?
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