Wednesday, 1 April 2009

The Expat Bar

BraveNewTraveler (via Owen Barder) has an amusing sketch on The 6 Characters You'll Meet At Every Expat Bar. I think anybody who has spent an evening (or two) at Bubbles Irish pub in Kampala could identify with this particular type:

Who is this leather-faced man, camped out on a stool which has over the years conformed to his shape, taking half-bottle gulps of the mid-range national beer between whisky shots?

He’s The Lifer, and nobody knows much of anything about him other than the fact that he’s been in town as long as anyone can remember.

Where does his money come from? How did he end up here? It’s all a mystery. But one thing’s for sure, when The Lifer first came through town, that’s when “travel was real, man.”

The Lifer is good for a few amusing stories involving the ingestion of huge quantities of drugs which haven’t existed since the mid-80’s, but be careful: he’s not in any hurry to get anywhere, so you could be in for a long night.

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