Bowling at Alleygator

Yesterday morning I woke up to a HEAVY rainfall. It was very noisy and with lots of thunder and flashes. It was impossible to go back to sleep, but I thought it was very nice to just lie in bed and listen to the rain.
Yesterday I also decided that it was going to be a cleaning day - I didn't realise that my room was THAT dirty until I started to clean it...Except for my bathroom that looked more like a sandbox (you get very dirty feet here). At around ten o'clock in the morning they were meant to fumigate the hostel in an attempt to kill mosquitoes and other bugs. Bugs aren't really a problem here (I've only seen some skinny, small spiders in my room and very little mosquitoes), I think they only want to make sure that bugs won't become a problem. They were only going to spray the ground floor and -lucky me- the first floor, where I stay. I waited all day at home, but the bug-killers followed African time and didn't come until three o'clock in the afternoon. That was funny to look at!And they did indeed kill all the bugs and almost me as well. When I went into my room again after they had sprayed it, I couldn't breath and I got a runny nose and started to cough. I opened all my windows but still, I wonder how much poison I've been breathing this night...

In the evening, me, Jenny, Maria and Marte (all from Norway) went to a shopping mall nearby to go bowling. That was so much fun! But I was really bad at it...They played music really loud there and later on the place turned into a discotheque with people dancing. You could also sing karaoke there if you wanted to and I saw one guy who was extremely bad at singing (it was even worse than when a drunk Finnish man tries to sing...) but also one who did a great show and got all the people up dancing to him although he wasn't very good at singing.
An African guy came and sat down with us and started to talk to Jenny. He was quite dodgy, so we quickly did a runner when he went to go and talk to a friend. We ran out of the bowling hall, down the stairs to the car park where an old man asked us if we wanted a taxi. We said yes, bargained about the price and got in the car. He was the crappiest driver I've ever seen, it took him about five minutes to just get the car out of the spot where he had parked it, he couldn't change gear properly and he also had troubles with using the handbrake. Eventually, we did get back home to Wandegeya where we went for another beer at a pub close to home. On our way home from the pub we met a man who was walking around with a white doll. He wanted to talk to us and started to follow us when we just kept on walking, not being to interested in talking to a man that walks around with a doll two o'clock at night on an empty street...We were happy to get home and see our lovely, smiling guards opening the gate for us. A happy ending on a good night out, despite all the weird people and the bad taxi driver that we met.