A faint beam of light falls on the floor of our hotel room. I squeeze my face against the bars and try to catch a glimpse of the street through the small crack in the fast-moving clinker brick wall that covers our hotel window. There are few people to see, the small park in front of the hotel is abandoned in the bleak light of dusk. A group of men are standing in the corner of the house, they seem to be engaged in a serious conversation.
And at the end drinks - Pirate Johoo!