Nomad, good on you living in a cave. I know you've seen the world.
'The Sunshine Day Night Club'
, now there's an oxymoron I can never forget. This was across the road from a very fine restaurant that served the best beef steak
s that Kenya had to offer
, and yes, they were very good indeed. In the darkest depths of Africa, down in Mombasa, was the 'Sunshine Day Night Club', a relic from a bygone age. A long bar down one side of the 'cave', an African combo playing at the far end, and the big momma's sitting everywhere, waiting for a drunken punter to arrive to make their night. The whole place was lit by one, just one, solitary light bulb hanging unadorned from the ceiling - it was pretty dark around the outer edges of the bar. Not unlike the pictures below ....
It was horrendous! withing seconds of entering this den of iniquity there where hands everywhere, yes absolutely everywhere you could imagine, touching, feeling, probing like an octopus on 'speed'. I am very pleased to say I emerged alive and with my wedding tackle still in place. Yes, I now sit back in my man-cave and remissness, the bright lights of my youth have faded if not gone. But the thoughts still remain of another time, I too have seen a little of the world, very true indeed.
