It being a Saturday, it must be time to go out in the evening. Since we're almost upside-down, let's go for a curry as a starter, and do music and beer later... The Cafe des Amis does a chicken curry so we have that. It's ok, not very hot, but pretty tasty and a change from all the other stuff (fish and pizza, basically).
The stroll down the street to get to the cafe is very relaxed, the shops look very attractive in a quaint old-time kind of way, with low key street lighting and the remains of the setting sun in the sky.
The trusty Mana foods store is still open...
But then it's time to go to Charley's, where there is a Jam for Japan on, to raise aid cash and show solidarity of some sort. On the way, we encounter Bill Keys, the street poet, who will write a poem about anything, anytime. Guy asks him to do so.
And then we get to Charley's. This is apparently Willie Nelson's choice of bar, seeing as he lives in Maui. The walls have many pictures of him, including with his dog, and one wall has a row of gold and platinum albums. Blimey.
The band is playing reggae. In fact, the night proves to be one of absolutely unrelenting reggae, with the prime movers being white guys, often wearing non-irey baseball caps with unkempt hair sticking out from under, shouting impenetrable lyrics about mother earth, repression and so on, all very credible from corn-fed home boys. The picture shows the only female singer, who was quite good.
By this time our numbers are reduced to me, Dave (roommate) and Guy, and then another band comes on, with another white guy singer, and a scarey Axl Rose styled guitarist - eek! And yes, it's reggae-stylee... Time for bed.
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