University of Botswana (UB) Part 2

The days to follow my arrival at UB were actually quite uneventful. Overly ambitious to become a world traveler, I arrived at UB a week prior to classes starting. Other than the students volunteering for freshman orientation, UB was devoid of life and somewhat desolate. Luckily, my eagerness to explore the city and the influx of other international students was more than enough to satiate my appetite for adventure. Within that first week, I befriended a fellow Washingtonian, Patrick, with whom I imbibed numerous Black Label beers. Patrick was a recovering heroin addict who had recently finished his probation and was finally allowed to leave the country. On my third night there, he and I journeyed to a nearby bar coined, “The Police Bar” due to its proximity to the military base. The Police Bar was within walking distance of our residence halls, Las Vegas. Because it was a weekday and classes had yet to begin, the bar was empty. The emptiness of the bar did not deter us from downing numerous Black Labels as we engaged in an alcohol fueled contentious conversation. After overindulging in our shared fondness of altered states, we staggered back to UB’s infamous Las Vegas. Upon reentering the Vegas block, we were delightfully greeted by two fellow international students, Audrey and Alice. Audrey was just 19 years old and had made her way to UB from North Carolina. Alice was 20 and had come from Sweden. This pair had audaciously invited us up to Alice’s dorm to continue imbibing. After Audrey and Alice had beckoned us up to Alice’s dorm, the four of us shared self-introductions and diverged personal information openly as we passed around a half-full box of South African red wine. Within due time, the boxed wine took its toll on Patrick and Audrey so they drunkenly retreated to their respective dorm rooms. Alice and I however, possessed a sense of party-stamina that is only acquired through countless nights of drunken decadence and debauchery. She introduced me to Swedish rock as we polished off the remnants of the red wine. That night, Alice and I shared an evening that would later inspire me to engage in a Botswana bar brawl ending in a bottle being smashed over my hand, Alice getting punched in the face, and a Zambian fellow being sent to the hospital.

Sexy Pose in Front of the First Floor of a Vegas Block Residence Hall

My Vegas Block Residence Hall Accompanied by the Beautiful Botswana Sky