The crude men from north wanted to witness the high tech gizmos of the south and I took them to Xujahui. They stood in awed amazement at the gigantic Pacific digital mart, thrilled to their depth by the gizmos, their looting list grew like a beanstalk. Mp3 player, digital camera, portable hard disk, USB sticks, mobile phone and what not!!! It took almost a third of a day for their plundering to get over. Those gluttons got hungry and I had to satiate their epicurean plea
sures with varieties of baked stuff from Bread Talk.
It was dinnertime and I drove them to Vedas, since they wanted to hog Indian cuisine. The dinner consisted of rotis and dhal, which we devoured down swilling the beer and rested our tired asses at the lounge. We started walking in search of a place where those nomads could quaff away spirits and drool over women. We found an interesting toilet board, arrow pointing 50m right below the ground. While I said, "Borat would have shat right below the board", Magu observed, "A Bihari would have said 'abe 50m kaun jayega, yahipe kardenge'".
After paying a hefty sum of 40CNY to the guardian of our jackets and bags, we entered the clamorous and glamorous "Zapata", a Mexican discotheque. The first scene that hit our eyes, were a quartet men dancing on the bar table to the high-octane music. Bips was quite terrified "Have we come to the right place? We aren’t gays, are we?" he cried. I liked the dark ambience and Mexican outlook of the place, but the music made me feel that the DJ is suffering from amnesia, sometimes forgetting to play dance numbers. He played songs like Summer of 69 and Sweet Child O Mine in a discotheque!!! The most interesting part of Zapata was the people, there were innumerable hot and spicy blondes, svelte brunettes belting out alluring pelvic thrusts, huge and tall white women who could break my spinal cord with a single strike, horny white men dancing with and caressing Chinese girls, dozens of white Neanderthals, few Indians giving away their business cards to every person they met and asking for the same. I tapped my f
eet for a few selected numbers, swilled down a couple of Johnnie walkers, kept chatting with a Filipino dude, a base player and someone who knew rock, jazz and Iron Maiden. Nice guy I must say, he bought Viki and me a drink and we discussed a lot about history, Philippines and India (wrong place for that though…but what the heck!!!). At about half past one, the music stopped like a much-welcomed silence after thunderstorm. Bips was missing and we found that he was in the neighbouring "Cancan" bar.
"Cancan" bar read “a tiny house where beautiful B-girls serve drink (and also asks you to buy them) and contains a pool table and table football” and not as "exuberant ladies French dance marked by high kicking of legs". He was having drink with and chatting with a Texan who was thrice the size of me and introduced himself as "Country boy". Played a game or two of table football and took leave to Zhangjian gao ke. No! that's not the name of any pub, that's the place where I live.
