Samir picked the wrong person to accompany him, he picked me. He tried the whole previous week to make it simple for me to go to such a place. I was really convinced.
Then came the D-day, and we are standing in front of the place, and here comes the doorman, or the club tender, you name him, we all know what do they call him ;-) and he started doing his work on Samir, convincing him to enter. We entered......
Just three steps inside, to find a red dark place, with very low light, dark red chairs, and black tables, then a third degree belly dancer going from one table to the other, greeting the guests, and we were received by another lady that was most probably a man and converted, i.e. a trans-sexual. And here I decided that I have got enough of this. I returned backwards.
We have spent the whole night till 3:50 AM searching for another place that was not expensive and was not that low, but we didn't find.
For me, I was satisfied to see such a place, and know that there are real mean places in this city, Cairo.

1 comment:
Ovo je test komentar da vidim kako izgleda forma za unos i kao to sve funkcioniše.
Znači otvori se novi list, nova prezentacija, unosimo komentar i na kraju potvrdimo word verifikaciju. odnosno otkucamo prepoznatu riječ. U mom slučaju to je "nosomp"
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