Where In The World Is Evan?

Last night was my goodbye party–to say farewell to my friends, and to the great city of Chengdu.

Around 8:00 pm Sergio and I headed down to “In Joy’s Bar”, a Chinese run Western style bar–the owner’s English name is Joy, and no doubt she’s quite pleased with herself for making such a bad pun. Starting off with a bottle of vodka we settled in for the evening as the latecomers trickled in throughout the night.

After finishing off the forth bottle of vodka, between about six of us, it seemed a natural progression to go dancing. In a delightful stroke of luck, Romain–Chloe’s boyfriend who had just arrived from France–discovered that he’d inadvertently smuggled six pills of e into China. He’d lost them a couple of weeks earlier in a small niche at the bottom of his bum-bag.

By the time we arrived at Babi club the e was starting to kick in, and the desire to dance overwhelmed me.

Several hours later, as the clubs began to wind down, I headed back to my hostel with Sergio and Brent to smoke some pot–the pills had turned out to be mostly speed, and pot was my only hope of getting some sleep.

Upon arrival at the hostel, however, Sergio and Brent were quite taken with the idea of throwing everything they could find out the window and onto the street below–to great effect, as my room was on the sixth floor.

After watching a small plastic table go sailing out into the night, I put a stop to the pillaging of my room, and we all spilled onto the street to remove some of the larger and more incriminating evidence now blocking the road.

Wandering off in search of a quite place to smoke a few joints, we passed the car park of a five-star hotel. Grabbing a two foot long witches-hat, we waved at the apathetic security guards, and continued on down the street towards the river.

In an inspired show of patriotism Sergio reenacted some classic Spanish literature, by charging head first at oncoming cars with the witches-hat tucked beneath his arm like a lance, a la Don Quixote. It takes a lot, however, to phase Chengdu taxi drivers, such that a half crazed lao wai running straight at them didn’t even provoke a single honk of the horn.

After discovering that the witches-hat wouldn’t float we settled down by the river and smoked some much needed pot. After such a bizarre night, the only thing left to do was reminisce about all the good times we’d had in this crazy city…