stop 4: cabaret by the lake

we asked the waiter where the locals go for a good time. he offered to bring us there.

a cabaret, it was. true enough, it was packed to the brim with locals young and old. the children clapped along to the sexy dancing and the pulsating music. their family craned their necks for a glimpse of a naked thigh or a modest cleavage. the girls and their skimpy dresses offered these opportunities a-plenty.

such shimmer, such glamour!

the girls had serious expressions on their faces, exuding some bizarrely stern allure. the line-up of lookalike frowning girls with the same bouncy curls and heavy eye make-up. they were barely in their teens. the dance moves were made without any understanding of the associated sexual innuendo. it felt like a sexed up version of a school dance performance. the family restaurant atmosphere made it all worse.

i suppressed the urge to laugh.

but just as i was starting to enjoy myself, a mouldy old singer came on and he stayed on stage for the rest of the night. he certainly wasn't as entertaining. the families starting leaving, past bedtime for the young ones.

we stayed until closing time but the dancing girls never came back. it must had been past bedtime for the young dancers, too