The Scotland Bar

A place where you are greeted by Beefeaters, lead downstairs and surrounded by statues of Elvis and Buddy Holly. It is of course, it could only be, the Scotland Bar. This took Chinese bizarism to even grander levels.

There was no haggis, no caber tossing, not even a kilt. The beefeaters were the only thing remotely British about the place, yet "The Scotland Bar" is its rather innapropriate moniker. But what a place!

Rather than being filled with Irn Bru, Battered Mars Bar and bad 1980's esque perms and leather jacket combo's- it was in fact a rather happening little joint. Probably the closest we have come to a club since being here. In fact with Basement Jaxx was pumping out, light show in full swing, £2 bottle of beer in hand I could have been anywhere else in the world. It was quality.

The evening had started a lot earlier.

Brock had his friends over-Wallace and Renae.It was Renae's birthday so we had a Cake and a meal out in a resturant. Sandy once again excelled herself in choice of venue, despite actually booking the wrong restuarant, for the wrong time -somehow she got the number of people spot on though. Food was delicious and as Wallace has managed to pick up a little more Chinese than we have so far, he treated us to a few different dishes to normal.

So afterwards we left for the bar and after some drunk fueled dancing between Brock and Becky, a superb Karaoke version of Wonderwall by Brock, Wallace and myself, and being accosted by some very expensive Hookers, we ended up in "the Scotland".





We went with two new friends- Anthony (a really sound French Lad from Rennes) and Kavitha (a friend of the Yank's who went to the same University) . They joined Meredith, Becky, Dave and Myself for what was to prove to be our most bizare evening yet.

People kept treating us to free shots of Whiskey for being "the whities", and after being accosted for using our camera's and threatened to have them confiscated, we started taking sly pictures from under our shirts to actually taking photos of the police men who were threatening to confiscate the cameras.

We left about 3am and went home. The girls went straight to bed. Dave and I went out for takeaway at our favourite late night spot. On the way we played football in the street (Dave managed to set off a car alarm) and sang a few songs. We had a few more beers and finally got to bed about 5am.