What makes Zambia worth while:

I have come to love this weird shabby place, it is fantastick at night :=)

it is possible to have fun in Africa, it is possible to have and good life and party all night at shabby clubs that just, somehow, are marvolously amazing and at least as good, (if not somehow better) as anything European.
justification/personalization:
the night between thursday and friday i slept 2 houres... it was fantastic. waw, i feel like im the only person who understands the full point of nocturnal-ness. staying up late is purely and simply incredible.
after eating my self-prepared sushi friday afternoon, and again attempting to start Romeo and Juliette, i went to sleep, and only woke up in time to quickly strap on my heels and pack my bag before leaving the house, late late,late as always...
next thing, i was eating weird spicy, minty things at an indian resturant (there was no time to get away the breath of the garlic i stuffed in my sushi - i hoped this could do the trick)
to save money for drinks and shots we didnt eat at the resturant, we went outside and lay on the grass along the half sement, half dirt road in the middle of nowhere in Zambia's capital, lusaka. we hoped that nobody in the cars driving by recognised us, the international population of lusaka is so scarce, so everybody knows everybody here, and usually, parents dont exactly appriciate their angelic children wondering around the dark scinister streets of africa, besides, our sneeking-out plan would only work if our parents actually didnt know where we were at.
finally, we became tired of shivering and decided it was late enough to procede...just as we got up for a taxi, we heard the well known honk of a bypassing car, indicating our wishes had been answered...
we should have waited longer by the resturant, arriving at a club at 9, as almost the only people there, is not cool.. by 10.30, people finally started dancing, which we had been impatiently awating since our first drink-round.
the cool thing about the international population being so scarce is that when you arrive at clubs like these, you know about 80% of the people there, and get to know about 7% more as the night commences. and its not lame at all, for some reason, your school-mates become these incredibly great people when you go party with them.
as the new group of girls there (people usually start going out in grade 10 - which is us - , so we are basically towards the younger end of the age group) one cant help but getting attention... this mostly just gets you the reputation of being slutty, yet i never saw the crime in dancing... and free drinks never hurt anyone. it is great to get to know everybody at the place, and they really, really are so nice people...
we over slept the next morning, my dear friend didnt hear her alarm. at 6.35 we panicked, hurried out of bed, restored the guest hut we had crashed (to avoid the issue of a curfew) to its old self, smsed our friend goodbye who was sleeping inside the main house, his main house, and sneeked out without getting seen by the parents.
it is incredible feeling to walk along an african road in the early morning hours. it felt superb. if you have ever watched the music vidio to full moon (the black ghosts) this was what it was like... after a good walk, we arrived at the local shopping center and drank tea for the remainer of our money.
since my friends parents believed their kids had been sleeping over at my house for a girls night, they came home with me, so they could be picked up from there and the aliby could hold...
3 girls lying by the pool, cahtting lazily about the nights events, still sleepy after the few houres of rest, eating clocklate for breacfast...
after they left, i downloaded music and ate guacomole with my fingers.
waw... :D:D:D
this is the good part f my life; now it becomes less exciting. the rest of my weekend shall as always pass with me going homework that i end up not finnishing, for monday, not mush else... there is so much... !