The upside of staying in one destination for more than just a couple of days is that you can justify writing yourself off for days afterwards in the name of ‘cultural enlightenment’ - ie. ’sightseeing’ the inside of various clubs. This evening, Kylz assists me in the sizeable problem of what to wear (ie. what I can scrounge out of my backpack that isn’t already soiled, scrunched or just plain holey).

‘Girls’, Willy sighs after we’ve deliberated in my room for a couple of long hours. ‘The people here are much too fashionable to care about being fashionable.’

Now, the men out there reading this might think that that was a very profound and insightful comment from a member of the male species to come up with. But au contriare, my friends. Patiently we sat the boy down and explained gently exactly how much time money grooming and sheer effort it takes to look that fashionably unfashionable.
(In the end I settled for jeans, in case you were wondering.)

We spend most of what turned out to be a fabulous night in the Weekend cocktail bar high up in a sheer glass building with 360 degree views of the entire city (and its ten thousand cranes from all the construction sites). And needless to say, I spend most of the next day in bed.