Troubled late nights

How may you end up in a rickshaw  in the middle of the night is no big mystery. It is only a chain of unplanned events with compelling reasons and long formed habits. You work late and say the words. You end up running like a fool and still miss the last train. Actually at mid distance you realise and accept the fact that you are not going to make it. Then it is just high speed walking.

It is way too late to get on normal, scheduled buses and too early for late night rides. So lets hope for the best and catch a bus on its way to a garage. Hop off at possible hub. But it will not work out. Scream in the night and hitch-hike. Wait for the guy to buy some tp in a huge department store. Listen to his life story. Wait till he returns and delivers the tp to his firm at 0:35 in the morning. Then lets head to downtown. Let’s agree that the work ethic is what’s missing in this country and why it is possible to just leave it all behind.

I don’t even know how it is legal years after signing a contract to add a self-arbitrary rule to it. This is what we call government and people who do not know their law and rights. Anyhow, shut all the places down after midnight. All day, everyday. I should check if its still in place. District 5 … go for it … to hell. At this point you have to think and try to remember the map and locations of possible party places. It is Hard but good background music is inspiring. Then you may ask some strangers for a piece of advice. You get it and at a whim you are sitting but still moving.

It is a Rickshaw. And music is blasting in the background. Cab drivers, nightlife party-goers and scattered thoughts accompany you on the way. You pay with your hunger, the only thing which stays with you after an empty pocket. But it totally worth it.

Then you may stay to chat with New Zealanders, Aussies and Germans. Anyway you only wanted to dance …





About yorkketchikan

I'm just a boy from Europe, as i was told. I'm young, but not for so far, it's not fair -i know it. This isn't my native language, but i'm trying. Started this one for no better purposes than writing in English, because lots of things come to my mind at first in English, sometimes it's disturbing, sometimes not. I love books, rather said: fond of them. I'm not alike anyone else, maybe this is the main problem, not following the mainstream.... If you corner me, I will come out swinging, taking you with me to the seventh hell of the seventh hell. View all posts by yorkketchikan

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