After getting back from hiking, and still feelin’ the buzz of our mojitos, we were ready to go out. So we did. Later on in the night (we had separated from some of our housemates) Liz and I got a call telling us to meet everyone at this place called Reload down the street, where there was apparently a crazy dance party going on. Our roommate Phumudzo came and met us back at the house and we headed over with our friends Alec, Stephen and Yunus. It ended up being the best night out so far! Liz, Ashley (our other housemate) and I were the only white girls in the packed bar/club where crazy awesome African hip hop/dance music was blaring and every single person in this little place was jammed together dancing their hearts out. It was incredible and so much fun! We left at about 4:30 am sweaty and danced our way home deciding we were going there every weekend from here on out. Ammaaaazzziiiinnnggg.
::flash forward to Saturday::
Woke up at 10 am. Tired. We had made plans with Andrew the day before to go to Mzoli’s again with him so that was the plan. Despite our hangovers and lack of sleep that’s what we would do. Rally and get ready for another party. (life’s exhausting over here I tell ya!)
This time we went with a much bigger group (we’ve gotten quite a few new interns since the last time we went), and when we got there, there was no dj! Without house music shaking your entire body as you eat, I was worried this time wouldn’t be as good as the last. We got our beer, got our food (soooooo freeeaakkkiing delicious!) and finished still hoping a dj would show up. Mzoli’s didn't disappoint, and although it was after we had finished eating, a dj soon showed up ready to get people up dancing. It was exactly what we needed to energize us and get us going after still feeling the effects of the previous night.
Struggling a little more than last time to get through the beer, I found myself watching everyone around me a lot more. Mzoli’s is this incredible event every weekend. People are dressed in their hippest gear, posted in the street drinking, eating, talking and dancing. Dancing like I have never seen anyone dance before. Everyone has the best moves in the world and are able to move their bodies in ways I could never even dream of! These three little boys came by us and started busting out incredible dance moves. They were probably like 8 years old, pulling out Michael Jackson’s best foot moves and even gracing us with an epic crotch grab here and there! Dancing is such a big part of African culture so kids are basically born dancing and you could really see that in these boys. Everyone circled around them and by the time we finally left they had collected quite a bit of money. I would have paid big bucks to see these little boys though, and they totally deserved it. Seriously the best dancing I have ever seen!
When we left we decided we were going to take power naps and then wake up and try to go to reload again. 10:30. that’s when I would wake up. 10:30 came, I laid in bed listening to see if anyone else was up. Reset my alarm for 11. 11:00 came, opened my door, all the lights in the house were out and nobody made a sound.
Reload and Mzoli’s had beaten us down. Saturday night would be a night of 12+ hours of sleep and that was ok with me.
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