More than I bargained for

For a while, I've always talked about how much I've fantasized about the nightlife over here and wondered what it would be like, luckily for me I got to experience it and even though it wasn't a planned outing that night but an impromptu one, it turned out to be one of the best nights of my life, probably because it was my first night and also the first time I was being out that late and it wasn't because of church vigil.

_{Photo by Max Titov}

Well that first night out felt like the forbidden fruit because I saw myself wanting more of it and to my delight, it didn't take long for the opportunity to present itself again. A lady at my hostel had decided to celebrate her birthday and had come to my room to give me a personal invitation. Now you see, I keep telling myself that the only reason I went was because I was personally invited, but even I knew that wasn't hundred percent true, I probably would have gone even if I wasn't invited, like I said, I was looking for every opportunity to have a second experience of being out late partying.

If only I knew that just because something went great the first time doesn't mean it would go the same way the second time, I probably would have had a second thought of the whole thing. Now, before you get all hyped up expecting something suspenseful or bad to happen at the birthday party, nothing like that happened. We all got into a bus that belongs to one of the guys at the hostel and drove to the venue of the event and had a blast.

The party lasted until about 2am in the morning and it was time for us to go home, that was when we realized that we had a problem. The number of people that followed the bus to the event were not the same number with us now that we were about going home, they were more people that when we first arrived, and every one of us were from the same hostel.

And because it as so late at night, there were no public transportation around, so we knew we had just one option and that was that some people would have to walk home. The distance from the event venue down to our hostel wasn't exactly a crazy one, but it was 2am in the morning and really dangerous for anyone to walk that long by that time of the night.

But we had no choice because that was the only way for everyone or the people in the bus to get home because it still was a fifty fifty percent chance on those who would walk to get home successfully. Anyways we had all agreed that the bus could fit everyone except four people and those four needed to walk back, that was when the second problem presented itself, the problem of selecting the four who would walk home.

Well, it turned out to not be much of a problem as they quickly selected four boys (myself included) because of course in cases like this, the lives of men are not that valuable..

Seeing how our fate were already sealed by this wicked friends and neighbours, we decided to get it over with and began our journey, as wasting any more time would do us no good. Now, did we get home safe? Of course we did, if not I won't be writing this today, but how we got home though was a combination of us running at any slightest sound we hear and walking as quietly as we could when we saw a madman sleeping by the roadside.

The last thing we wanted was getting chased by a mad man. Luckily for us, we had a full moon that night and could see a little bit clearer. After we got home that night, I remember asking myself what story I would have told my family if something bad had happened to me. That whole experience made me rethink the nightlife thing for a bit.

But do I think I will stop? Probably not, but I sure will never walk (run) home that late at night ever again.