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Monday, November 9, 2009

Day 68: Dancing night

Saturday night - day 68, 7 November - I went out. In great need of some dancing. Together with J. - she works as the Internet Girl at Arusha Backpackers - and I. - he works as waiter at the same hotel. We first stopped by at Mawingu a bit before 23h. No people there yet, so we left. We went to Masai Camp. Just outside town.
Masai Camp is indeed as one guy described it: a meat market of Wazungu and Wafrica. Mix of white and black people. And as the night progresses you can observe some intimate cultural integration of Mzungu women with Mafrica men, Mafrica women with Mzungu men and of course Mafrica men with Mafrica women - there are cultural differences within Tanzania as well and they deserve some proper integration.

Next to the Meat Lover's Pizza Party there is mainly dancing. And drinking, but that's not really interesting. A lot of dancing. Some techno, but mainly 'hip' music. Not that the music is so hip - well, maybe it is but that's not the point - more that the music requires you to use your hips while you dance. R&B, Hip Hop, Bongo Flava (Dar es Salaam's African Hip Hop sort of), Reggaeton. The works. And it's fun. People dance in groups. People dance together. You just dance with somebody, shake your ass and dance with somebody else. If you like. If not, you dance alone.

I enjoyed myself. Before the dancing really started the 3 Swedish girls and a friend - tour operator guy - joined us. The more the merrier. I danced a lot. Was fun. In Europe most (white) girls either don't know how to move their hips or they are to bashful to do so. Here not. Most girls know how to move their hips. How to dance. Fun to dance with :-) Could let myself go without strange looks of other white people that are used to dancing slide-close-slide in an uncreative manner. Apparently I know how to dance, based on feedback and comments ;-) It's also nice then to dance with a few girls. Good interaction makes dancing so much better!

I also have to mention the dress code. Bit confused by the status in Dar es Salaam now. Modern girls in Arusha dress not much different when they go out from European girls. Short skirts, revealing clothes. Sexy outfits. Make up. Here at Masai Camp there probably were some prostitutes, but not really apparent, no business 'hunting' going on. Quite a relief compared to Dar es Salaam. I also might have misinterpreted some of the girls in Garden Bistro in Dar earlier. Some girls are not prostitutes, they just dress themselves a bit slutty. Western 'civilization' has kicked in there as well. Still, the number of girls in business in Dar was apparent. In Masai Camp it was just dress up for a night out. From normal jeans and shirt to sexy mini skirts and strapless tops. And the guys? As in most places, they seem to do little effort to dress up nicely ;-) Except for some guys that tried to impersonate the next Bad Ass Gangsta Rapper. Well, if you like bling round your neck...

Anyways. I liked the dancing, so when the Swedish girls and the hotel staff left, I continued dancing. At around 3 I went with a group of mid twenty girls in dancing mood to AQ Club, just around the corner of Arusha Backpackers Hotel. In front of the entrance there was the local snack bar. Outside of course. No kebab or shoarma (shawarma). Mishkaki (meat skewers) and chips. Encountered the Swedish girls and 2 of the staff snacking there. Chipsi with ketchup. I don't snack when I go out. When I dance, I hardly drink any alcohol. Dancing goes smoother when sober. Dancing makes thirsty, so you drink water. Just had 3 beers between 23h and 5h.

Again - just like in Dar - it was a good night dancing. This one was actually better. More dancing. Better audience. In bed at 5. Sweet.

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