Not if you were the last club on earth: Sam's Kathmandu
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Kathmandu is far from an obvious choice for clubbing but if for some reason you end up there for a night, it’s no excuse to stay in.
Over the last twelve months there’s been some serious goings-on in Nepal. Maoists, tribesmen, the royal army and the students were all punching it out to see who’d take over when the king stepped down. A few buses were burned to the ground, a couple of backpackers got attacked but by and large all that’s over now, so you shouldn’t have any problems apart from a day or two of dysentery and food poisoning.
Sam’s is an upstairs bar with a big dancefloor. At capacity it fits about 150, but that’s only if everyone’s up dancing and not passed out on the floor. Sam’s is open when everywhere else in town is closed and you get in by ringing a buzzer for long enough that someone hears and comes down to let you in.
Booze is incredibly cheap in Kathmandu, like everything there. The beer might leave you feeling a bit like you ate a hedgehog the night before, but if you stick to vodka it seems to neutralise most bacteria.
Talent: It’s a pretty good mix of backpackers and wealthier Nepalese dudes. You don’t come across that many Nepalese ladies in bars. In spite of this, it’s a really friendly vibe and even though you’re in one of the bottom five countries in the world, people will still stick shots in your hands.
Sounds: Kathmandu was a big stop-off on the hippie trail in the 60s. Lots of bands and travellers came here and left their musical taste behind them. That said young Nepalese like to listen to Indian rave, so you can get some Bollywood remix at 140bpm back to back with a Credence Clearwater Revival track.
Goodies: Kathmandu is full of hash and opium, well at least that’s what you get offered on the streets all the time. Basic supplies like water and electricity don’t always make it to the city, so you might have problems finding imported disco drugs.
Toilets: There’s a temple in the corner of the bathroom, with a little fountain and a couple of bonsais. Gives talking to god on the white phone a whole new meaning.
Icebreaker: Did I ever tell you about the night me and Hendrix did the top shelf?
Jawbreaker: Long Live the King
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