Henry who speaks fluent Mandarin took us down some back streets to a locals kebab place (on skewers rather than their grease post pub cousins). We enjoyed a couple of beers here and then met Anil, another friend of Henry's and Rodger left back to the hostel for us to go to the gig.
Boy was the place underground.
From the outside it was just a door painted the same colour red as the walls around it. more of a hatch in the wall than a door really. But after we stepped inside it opened out into a big bar and dance floor, not dissimilar to the waterfront or a glamorous version of Concorde 2.
We had a dance, or as I believe the kids call it 'raving' to the RnB DJ's, headlined by DJ's Fresh who pumped out some quality remixes. I was cutting shapes like nobodies business, proving that the language of dance is universal; and I don't speak it.
I also met a couple of Brits who had moved over from Brighton and a Chinese guy who lived by the big Tesco in hove last year. Small world!
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