Women

So there we are. Dusty has turned in for the night after a quick onslaught of Whiskey shots and beers. Dave, our English friend and I have decided that after three nights in the rainforest, we deserve a big night out. In walks twenty-seven single nurses. All men in the bar migrate towards the dancing flock and stare without a bit of shame. Dave begins talking to a couple and I come over and join in. We eventually leave the conversations for reasons that I don't currently remember but while at the bar remembered that I had asked them if the needed anything. So, twenty minutes later I deliver the cocktail and without saying more than your welcome, turn and walk away. The recipient came back to me to strike up a conversation that I was not really interested in having, only to be drug away by one of her collogues who continued to tell me that she was way to good for me. Crazy bitch doesn't know whom she's talking to right. So I turn back to my drink and continue the conversation of politics and world issues with Dave. The bartenders close up the bar and drag us to one down the street.
By now we are officially trashed and have made an agreement not to order any more shots. We each get a drink instead. We step outside, change that, I step outside; Dave is met in the doorway by a cute young lady that proceeds to jam her tongue down Dave's throat. Dave takes some interest to this proposition and lets her continue with her subtle communication, foreign relations if you will. While in mid kiss, a man in his mid-forties grabs the young girl by the arm, drags her across the street only to give her quite the verbal lashing while pointing his finger in her face the entire time. He comes back across the street to us and then with a big shit eating grin tells Dave that his "friend" likes him. "I think we were a bit past that point mate!" Dave replies. The smile leaves the strangers face, he then grabs the young girl by the arm again and drags her away, never to be seen again. Not really understanding more than what we have seen on TV about hookers, it was the only explanation we could come up with.
Enter Indian cab driver.
North on Victoria Street Please! -Bill
Where are you staying?- Cabby
Great question! -Dave
North on Victoria Street please! -Bill
Where are you staying? -Cabby
At the hostel! -Dave
Which one? -Cabby
Great question! -Bill
The one North on Victoria Street please! -Bill
The animal one! -Dave
Yeah, the animal one! -Bill

So we get dropped off at the gas station on the North end of Victoria street and decide we need a sandwich. With plenty of laughter the boy behind the counter looks up the hostels in the phone book to help us find the "animal one". I then have an epiphany.
It's just past Mills St. -Bill
That's the street light outside the shop -gas boy
Fantastic -Bill
(Enter Dave)
Come on Bill, we have a ride! -Dave
Great! -Bill
(Dave climbs into the car. As I peer into the vehicle, I see that the driver has seen me and she is the girl that I am not good enough for.)
No! No! No! Nooooooo! Get out! Get out! Get out!- yelled the driver
What the hell is happening? -Dave
The car proceeded to race away without even shutting the door like they were trying to escape a car jacking. We have not a clue as to why this girl that was hitting on me earlier had suddenly decided that I was her kryptonite. Luckily we were only about 100 meters from our beds. Dave however was a little pissed that i prevented him from riding home with a large group of beautiful nurses that he is convinced were going to do no other than invite him to a big nurse orgy. What can you do? Crazy Ass Kiwi's!