Hey, my first weekend night out in The Hague! But to be honest, wasn't really the greatest of all time. First off, it was kinda weird only being here for a month and already having the first farewell party – Sayuri, another exchangie from my class, is returning to Japan next week. So at ten, her and a couple of others met in the city and had some first drinks at the Café Paard van Troje with a live rock band playing, which was quite frankly... horrible. Old 'what-my-parents-would-listen-to-rock' performed by cliché dudes in tribal shirts (Felix, you know what I mean). After exchanging a few glances, we left and wandered around aimlessly for a while. Then Ege, exchangie from Turkey, had the brilliant idea to go to the "best place ever, guys!" – the Havana. Why not, I didn't know any clubs in the city and actually Cynthia, a local, had already suggested the same place a while before. She said that it was a Salsa place while Ege insisted that they played Reggaeton. In the end they were both wrong.

I hate to say this but that place might just well have been one of the worst venues I've ever been to. It had everything: cheesy decoration and interior design, crappy music (Top 40s, bullshit R'n'B, cheap dance house – cutting off the few good songs just before the climax), not my type of crowd (wannabe pimps and hustlers, brainless & skanky bitches, preppy upper class douchebags with too much gel in their hair and first time party nerds – basically everything you find at your local 'Großraumdisse') and oh-so-cool barkeeps who thought they were the hottest shit walking this earth since Frank Sinatra but took 15 minutes for a friggin' Tequila Sunrise and kept dropping their high-flung glasses.
I really tried – alcohol, cigarettes, nothing helped. It was just plain impossible to make this place look good. At about half past one I decided to call it a night and left, I couldn't stand it anymore. For some reason, the others followed (I didn't wanna spoil their night!) and even tried dragging me into yet another place. Not being in the mood for more 'experiments' I said I'd take a look at it next time. But as Vincent – the boyfriend of one of my classmates, Deep House DJ and my only ally that night – already told me: if I want good Electro I have to go to Amsterdam. Damn...

By the way, on the last pic, clockwise from top left: Cynthia (NL), some weirdo, Ege (TUR), Sayuri (J), Cynthia's friend (NL).