Part 1: A New Turn

It all started with my shift at the Old Gaol Backpackers bar. I came in, signed in, nothing out of the ordinary. I found out that that their would be a new recruit coming in to assist me, which i had to train. So, this is where i met Camila. Camila, much to my surprise was a young Norwegian girl.
The Old Gaol has always had many Dutch students who tended the bar over the years, who join the international student program at my and local university, Rhodes. This was the place they called home, as the Dutch has a tradition of living at the Old Gaol.
Getting back to the topic, it was a Friday night and the crowd was coming in to kick off yet another weekend of chaos in Grahamstown.
The night went well, despite Camila continuously asking for guidance on making many of the unique drinks and shooters only found at the Old Gaol. The night was awesome with my director, Byron Davis, reinacting Leona Lewis's Bleeding Love music video anoung many laughable events. In the Later stages of the night, Camila came out of her shell abit when i took her for a very seductive and funky dance behind the bar. We chatted all night about random topics and decided that it would be cool to hang out the next day. We agreed, that shwe would send me a text the next day to set up al the admin. This was the start of something new.
The next day came and went, no text. The week came and went, still nothing. So as there was not much to do, i just let it go.
Two weeks later, i decided to pop into the Gaol for a glass a red wine, one of my favourite drinks. Can you guess who i bumped into, yes you guessed it. We immediately got into a debate about the text that she claimed to have sent that i obviously had not recieved. So we decided to try again the next day.
The next morning, i was wonken up by the buzz of my irritating cellphone, it was her. It was the text message.
We arranged to meet for lunch that day, and ended up meeting for the rest of that week. We became close, closer that an ordinary friend, i couldn't quite put my finger on it but there was something there. As things started getting interesting, we were interupted by the September vacation.
The day of my return, i went to the Gaol to cover for one of my colleagues, Mas. We spent time together again talking, playing Facebook poker and just having a laugh. Later that evening as closing time drew near, we slowed the music down and had a dance. Something felt right, like we just clicked in each others arms. Everyone had left, yet the dance continued. We played our favourite soul music, and what do you know, we had the exact same taste, it became like a movie steriotype, where everything just seemed to happen at the right time at the right place. Things got interesting when going through each others facebook photos.
The night was the seeled with a passionate kiss, a fantasy, another moment down life lane...