Hungover in Sana'a

I spent my Friday lying on my coach getting over the first hangover I have while in Yemen. I spent the night before enjoying the night/expat scene of Sana'a. The night started by meeting a friend in a great coffee shop called The Coffee Trader where they had all the Christmas lights on and we sat outside in the cold drinking our macchiato and chatting about being a woman in Yemen (she has been here longer and was telling me some amazing stories).

After freezing and drinking coffee, we took a walk to a house of another friend who was having a farewell party...and thus my night started. I thought I was being good by drinking wine (would last through the night longer) not realising that the bottle that they opened just for me was the only one. So the people started to arrive, and I was meeting people from other UN agencies, donors and other International organisations working in Yemen. I also got to see some of my UNVs socially, and that was fun we talked and eventually we started to dance.

The wine finished and I had to switch to G&T and I was introduced to the Palestinian Mafia of Sana'a, and I requested to be added to the posse! HA

MSF Party similar to this picture
Thanks Google Images

We then moved to another party this time as something called MSF (I am sure most people know what that is, but I sure don't). We went down all these stairs and I walked into the basement full of smoke, loud music and people dancing. It felt like my first year at university at these dingy parties, where you walk out not knowing how you walked in or how you survived all taht smoke.

In there, I met even more UNVs...we danced to some HORRIBLE ravey style music...I again had to switch my drink to G&7UP (nasty btw). My friend decided that this was the time for her to start introducing me to new people, and that awkward silences started to roll in...I hate when you are talking to someone new, and you finish with all the "where are you from, what do you do, do you like it here" sort of questions...and both of you start to look around, waiting for someone-anyone-to come by and you can take the opportunity to slip away stating that you need to refill your already full glass of G&7UP!!!!

But it was a fun night, and hopefully next week we have another farewell party...so fingers crossed it will be another packed weekend.

Good Day and Good Luck