19th Hour

I was back in my room at the 19th hour of my day. I don’t even remember how it started? But it ended pretty good. Last night was the party night. First I went to a private dinner with many friends. It was discussion free, no business, pure fun dinner. I saw some old friends made lots of gossip, checked out each other. I met new friends, some will be good for a long time. Also there were some fillers, but harmless. A few boring suits. Several of them were prepared for the Gala Suare wearing their black ties. Food was great, open buffet served on the table. We eat like crazy. Lots of chocolate. I was in chocolotosis shock afterwards.

Then we went to the Gala event. One of the rooms were Africa setup. I didn’t see any lion hunters or pigmes, but decor and music were tasteful. Again as Davos usual screw-up, room was boiling hot. Maybe they really wanted to resemble Africa. We hung out for a while and moved on.

Bigger room was Malaysian style. It was larger and more crowded. At the beginning it seemed harmless. But when the cheap, razor sharp thin voiced group of Malaysian ladies started signing “Lady Marmalade” I wanted to choke the next guy standing next to me. I moved around the hall to distract myself. Then I saw the local dressed, 1,5 half inch thick makeup and paint put on, Indiana Jones movie type surprise moment, on your face hosts. I was so scared, wanted to run out and go home. The smiles were painted with black makeup around the eyes. Big hats and traditional colorful dresses were “Made in China” quality. And they were on to us. I didn’t sleep well last night.

After Malaysia, we wondered around another room, I saw Princes Nabu and Amidala from star wars, or from middle east. Very interesting costumes and name tags..

When our hand eye coordination went out of control, we decided to go home. Thanks to our drivers, we could be delivered safe to our beds.

Another culturally shocked “fun” night of Davos was over.
Long live the friends...