We met some folks in the street on our way back to get rum or something. They invited us in for karaoke and dance...then the party started.
The Americans started getting into it. "Feeling" it if you will.
A whole lot of pointing.
This is what was happening.
This is what I might have looked like from my angle.
The guy wearing the red shirt kept referring to this woman as Beyonce.
Similar, kinda.
"Beyonce!"
What was happening...
...my angle.
A true character.
It continued.
Fine enough to take home...
For a beer.
"What language barrier?"
All business.
Psyche!
What traffic?
"This is how you do it."
The photos got more and more strange as the night went on.
Here we go again!
With enough dancing under our belts to last us the rest of the trip, we went home to sleep.
Oh, here's this.
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