This is one of my favourite stories from when I went solo-backpacking around asia a few years ago. On my last night in the country, I was eager to go to this ‘Maze Bar’. This place sounded awesome; some crazy architect had converted a house into a bar with this whole mess of caves, tunnels, winding paths and ladders all the way through.
I managed to convince a decent group of my fellow hostel guests to come along, when we got there the bar did not disappoint. It felt like some weird indoor jungle, and you could easily get lost if you were’t paying attention. After 15 minutes or so of exploring, we found the main bar area, on the roof. It was a weeknight, so it wasn’t too busy; maybe 30-40 people there, all tourists, and pretty much everyone was all staying around the main bar, so the actual ‘Maze’ was basically empty. We stayed at the bar for a little while, had some drinks and started to get talking some of the other tourists there.
Thats when I met her.