Par-tay in Mauritius.

Went out last night with Kovila, the interport student from Mauritius. She’s staying on the ship til tomorrow, our last night in Mauritius. She’s totally cool. She walked a rather large group of us to Chinatown. Most people went into one spot. Seven of us decided to go to a place just down the block. We figured a group of fifty people would mean slower service.

After that, we made our way to the pubs on the waterfront. The group dwindled as some people went to the casino, others [supposedly] back to the ship, and the rest of us to separate pubs. I got into a conversation with a man from Seychelles. After a while, though, Kovila came over and rescued me from the conversation (he started sitting too close and kept trying to hold my hand/arm).

At the second bar, Kovila had us all do shots of Sambuca. They were on fire. Quite literally, I mean. We had to drink them through straws. Yep. Plastic ones. So I’m sure everyone has a nice coating of plastic on their lungs now. However, it was lovely.

We spent the rest of the night there, drinking and dancing. Jon was there. Don’t know if I’ve mentioned him, but he’s way cool. Very chill. Josh McNeil-esque, but talks more and isn’t mean to me.

Aww.. I miss hating on Josh.

I saw that Bill called me last night. Balls!! I hate missing his calls. I hope he does that again soon. OR. Maybe my phone card will work in Mauritius and I simply didn’t know it. The only problem is timing. If I can get Kevin or someone to come out with me one night, I’ll be fine with making a call from one of the payphones at 3am.

Kevin and I still have to get drunk together I know for a fact that those conversations will be off the chain. He’s already become one of my favourite people ever. He’s my favourite male SASer.

Very often, I want to slap myself for not pinning Jesse down and beating him into submission to make him join SAS. It’s usually during conversations with the people with whom I’ve become friends on here. I keep thinking “Jesse would totally like __________.” For example, I think he’d get a kick out of Anna. I may have spoken of her before. She’s Malcolm X in a girl’s body.

And I know he would have had a wonderful time figuring out Theo. And he would be just as fascinated with Kevin’s life story as I am. And he and Kevin would have competitions for who could make out with the most drunken, hypocritical Bible study girls. And I could laugh. Ha ha.

Jennifer and I spent the night in Kovila’s room. Yaaay. Sleepover. I’m very sad that she’s leaving. She’s awesome, and so many people on this ship are not.

I’m going to nap now. Today’s going to be a lot like yesterday: I’m doing a service visit to an orphanage and then coming back to party with Kovila.

Yesterday’s service visit was excellent/heartbreaking. It was to an SOS Village. More on that later.