So this is Africa, vol.6: Thank you Casino Polana
(note: just got access to an internet connection so I’ll write up a couple stories from what we’ve been up to since my last entry)
Our last night in Maputo, Mozambique me, the Old Man (still without luggage), Turtle and Bdiddy went to the Casino Polana to try out our gambling luck. I have now gambled in London, Lake Tahoe, Atlantic City, the Bahamas, Las Vegas and Mozambique. Unlike all those other places though I left the Casino Polana a winner. The Old Man spotted each of us a hundred bone (Turtle refused to play and pocketed hers) and I managed to turn that into 355 at the black jack tables. Go me.
The blackjack experience was some what marred by the presence of two very drunk, very racist Australians (again pardon all spelling mistakes) but, since I was winning, I still enjoyed myself. Bdiddy and the Old Man both won about 50 bucks so everyone left happy (this money would later become important, as I detail in my next entry)
After the casino we went over to a nightclub right next door called “Coconuts”. Merrit and her husband met there 10 years ago. At the time it was called “Mini Golf” and Merritt and her husband still refer to it as such. It was only after we expressed confusion as to why she would want to play putt putt golf at 12 at night did she explain what it really was.
Anyway when we got there at 11:30 on a Saturday night the place was empty. Except for two older English gentlemen who were accompanied by two, uh, “ladies of the night”. After a drink we went back to the hotel so we could sleep up for the flight to Joburg where we would catch a flight to Zambia where we would then drive in to Zimbabwe. More to come.
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