On New Year's eve, our group leaders found a restaurant that agreed to provide all food and drink we could consume for $US 40. We all agreed it sounded like a deal and arrived at the restaurant around 8:30 (the restaurant owners said it was fine) and ate and drank until 1 AM, needless to say we consumed a lot more than they expected. They tried to get us to pay more, but our group leader, who cut the deal before hand, refused to pay anymore. The owner wasn’t very happy and threaten to call the police, but a deal was a deal. We only paid the $US 40. My guess is that the owner will not be offering the same deal to gringos in the future. Most of the locals arrived at the restaurant at 11PM and stayed to 1AM. They didn't eat or drink nearly as much as we did.
After the first party, John (a fellow group member) and myself agreed the night was young and ventured out to a local club. The town in which we were stay was described in the Lonely Plant as “a ranch town that attracts rural workers to timber or salmon industries and anglers to nearby fly-fishing lodges”. Enough said. The action didn’t get going until 2:30 AM, we stayed and danced with and amongst the locals until 5:30 AM, when the club closed and they kicked everybody out. Being hungry once again, we searched for a place to eat. Two local kids lead us to the near by gas station. They claimed the gas station was the only place open that sold food, hot dog to be specific. They were wrong. Nothing was open. On the way, however, John decided to match a Kung-Foo kick demonstrated by on of the local kids and when he did, he sprained his ankle in a major way. The alcohol muted the pain for a short while, but eventually we hired a taxi to take us back ot the hotel. The following day, his ankle was massively swollen, and our traveling group was heading out of town at 11 AM. Needless to say, I sleep most of the day on the truck. This New Year’s Eve was a lot more action packed than last year’s in Newark, when I was in bed by 11 PM.
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