The Tropical and Cesars Nightclub
Trip Start Jan 13, 2000
15Trip End Jan 27, 2000
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They were all so content in their play around the pool.
They didn't want to come on anymore expeditions.
Nitai wanted to get out and about though, so I said it was ok to go off without me.
Off he went in the car and I gather he was going off to the beautiful southern beaches of Papagayo.
I reflected on my recent story, the love for Kelfin that had been a dramatic and difficult journey, the news my baby was dead inside me, then my miscarriage.
I was healed now, I was strong again, back to my normal self.
This island was beautiful and had been my place of healing, both physically and psychologically.
I felt for this island and knew I could live here forever.
Nitai returned having had lots of fun driving round lots of beaches.
We went off to the beach tourist strip for a casual stroll, ending up at a bar called the Tropical which was pretty groovy and which a lot of Spaniards seemed to frequent.
What fun it was.
The barmaids made toys for the children out of straws and serviettes.
When the children got tired we bedded them down back at the hotel then went out again, our intent being to have a wild night.
We went back to the Tropical which had become crowded with young Lanzaroteans and many of the women had blonde hair.
We sat with a group of lesbians on one side and some simple countryside locals on the other, who it seemed were dealing drugs.
Nitai and I went halves on a litre of sangria.
That got us in the mood for dancing with the locals. This was such a cool place to be.
Nitai and I danced together and amongst everyone else, lots of eyes upon us. Even the lesbians seemed fascinated.
We got pally with the peasant drug dealers, dancing with them, infact I danced with most of the men there, having fun flirting and looking in their eyes, being quite outrageous. For a long time we danced and played and made lots of friends.
Then after too much Spanish salsa we moved into a nightclub.
Ceasars was the place which the barmaid had recommended.
There we danced till six in the morning.
This was another popular place and twice there was male erotic dancing up on the stage. It was quite shocking, four men nearly naked, showing us their bottoms and nearly their willies too, but that last bit was just a tease.
This place was wild.
I had so many men coming on to me.
The first guy to try it on was hardly more than a teenager, he took my hands encouraging me to dance with him, and I thought oh what the hell, this is my wild night so I danced and gazed in his eyes and then we were kissing and he was sharing his drinks with me.
I pulled away from him to watch the male erotic floor show, then continuing my dancing.
Then another man approached me, this time a black man, though I didn't respond to his attempts to kiss me, and was aware my teenager was watching in alarm. I could feel the black guys desire as his body pushed up against me.
The teenager and I gazed at each other as I danced and he was made signs to me that he was hurt and that I should not do this.
I pulled away to dance with Nitai, and the black guy came for me again, and as I didn't object the teenager was still looking at me, obviously in distress, and a lady friend of his was trying to persuade him to let it go.
He and his friends then left.
I escaped back to Nitai, who was getting lots of attention, from one woman in particular, and even from a couple of men.
He was in great form with his dancing, and by this time had consumed lots of vodkas.
So many men now were trying to link eyes with me, trying to entice me to dance with them, asking me my name and where I was from.
I couldn't believe this place.
It was like Take Your Pick of the Men.
Finally I was dancing with a man from the Sahara desert, the most handsome of the bunch.
He said his name was Derek and that he was a photographer.
Nitai was dancing with a handsome classy man.
We decided to head off home, to get back to the children before they woke up.
Eric of the Sahara invited me back to his apartment and I did kiss him a little outside the disco. Nitai, thinking this meant I was going off with the man, walked off. But it had not been my intent.
I said to Eric, 'no, a kiss is good, but not anything more'.
He held onto my hand, not wanting to let go, being persuasive, but I pulled free and ran away, catching up with Nitai.
My feet were sore from so much dancing.
What a crazy night.