Before we went out, Frank bought a bottle of rum, I picked up some coke and we chilled out in our hotel room, playing cards and drinking until about 1.00am when Frank decided to call it a night, and Iona and myself went out to go to the Cabaret. We played some games of scupa, not to sound to big headed but I won most of them. Iona had taught us a game with the English cards called shit head and we used it as a drinking game like most people do. By the time we had got bored of playing cards we were all pretty drunk, some more than others. We left Frank to get to bed and ventured out, we went straight to the Cabaret National. When we got there we went were hassled by some locals outside saying they knew somewhere cheaper and better, we said we would have a look here and went inside. Inside the place it looked really crap, there was a small stage on one side of the room, a small bar on the opposite side. People were all huddled around the stage sitting on chairs and singing along to some MC who looked and sounded even worse than the place was. The decision to leave and go somewhere else was easy, within moments we had made up our mind and left. The person who was hassling us before was still outside saying the same crap about knowing some place really cheap, good place blah blah blah. What the hell, we went with him anyway, he led us down the main strip that looked dead until we got to a café. Literally a café, he had taken us to a place full of people sitting around eating, drinking and smoking, no music or dancing or anything remotely fun looking. What a nightmare, oh well it wasn't the end of the world, nothing seemed open or at least good so we went for a walk along the promenade and up to the waterfront. We just sat on a wall by the waterfront chatting and comparing stories of travelling.