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Now I know what Dorothy felt like.

I now know what it must have been like for the young girl from black-and-white Kansas to suddenly find herself surrounded by short people with funny mustaches urging her to follow a brilliantly yellow-colored road.

Except, there aren’t any mustachioed midgets in my story.

My “not in Kansas anymore” story takes place in China. Beijing, to be exact.

Drum Tower, Beijing, China

The year was 2007, and I was touring Beijing and Shanghai for a week with my college marching band. Earlier in the day, we had played Kelly Clarkson songs on the Great Wall of China while curious and awed Chinese tourists watched.

Then again, maybe they weren’t curious and awed. Maybe they were just wondering why the hell we all had sparkly feathers sticking out the tops of our hats.

I would stare, too.

Great Wall of China, Badaling section, Beijing

After returning to the city that night, we were free to explore Beijing for the evening. Some friends, armed with Lonely Planet guidebooks, decided they wanted to check out the city’s nightlife. They found a couple of promising bars with ridiculous-sounding names like Banana Spicy, along with a long list of westernized clubs where we could drink and dance the night away (the drinking being the key).

I think the fact that we considered finding a club called Banana Spicy should have been the first sign that this was not likely to be an “ordinary” night on the town…

Eventually, a large group of about 20 of us was gathered outside our swanky Western hotel, business cards with spiky Chinese characters scribbled on them by friendly hotel staff firmly in hand to communicate to cab drivers where we wanted to be taken.

The first sign of trouble, however, came when two of the taxis in our group — including the one I was in — veered off in the opposite direction from the others, to be quickly swallowed up in the overwhelming Beijing traffic.

It was the beginning of an unforgettable night.

Seven of us were deposited somewhere in Beijing, on a rather large and quiet street that was clearly not where we had intended to end up. Our taxi drivers tore off after we paid them, and the only people in sight were standing about a block up the road outside of the only neon-lit building in the area.

I approached them, armed with the hotel business card and the name of the club we were trying to find, and used my woefully inadequate Chinese to try and ask where the hell we were. And by “woefully inadequate,” I mean I was only able to say hello, mumble the word for “where,” and then point helplessly at the business card.

If only the 10-week Chinese course I’d taken had taught me something other than the word for “manager” and how to hold a conversation about where I’m from. Nouns, for example, would have been helpful.

Wise words can be fuzzy

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The confused Chinese men of course had no idea what I was saying, and just kept pointing at the building behind them, where a large sign announced the “Hi-Way Disco.”

Since it seemed like Banana Spicy was nowhere in sight, we decided to check out the Hi-Way Disco.

After paying a small cover charge and having our jackets whisked away into some back room, we made our way into what looked like a scene from a movie. Or a circus. Or a really trippy dream?

The club was packed with sweaty, young Chinese people dancing to bumping techno music. Scantily-clad bartenders were dousing the bar with vodka, setting it on fire, and then doing pole dances in between the flames. It was hazy, but we were able to pick out one of 4 or 5 DJs, who was randomly sporting an Ohio State sweatshirt as he spun the tracks.

“What. The. Fuck,” my friend Kevin said as we all stood in a corner, gaping.

And we weren’t the only ones. A handful of nearby Chinese people had ceased in their dancing to stare, too. Except, they were staring at us.

Feeling exceedingly awkward, we quickly made our way over to seats at the bar, where an overly-friendly bartender with not enough clothes on began to flirt with my boyfriend, Dave.

Dave and our friend Biff began trying to figure out how to order a gin and tonic from the flirty bar maid who spoke no English, while the other girls in our group — Lisa and Diana — starting scoping out the dance floor.

“What is that guy doing?” Lisa asked, pointing toward a skinny guy sporting a fedora and holding up a dry-erase board and a deck of cards.

“Well,” I said, taking a good look at his hat and the handful of cards grasped in a hand covered in a white, sparkly glove, “It appears that he’s doing magic tricks. Dressed like Michael Jackson.”

And so he was.

We eventually left Dave and Biff at the bar, who had been perplexed to receive matching fruity drinks with umbrellas in them after ordering what they thought were going to be gin and tonics. The flirty bartender was transfixed by Dave’s pipe, which he was showing her how to pack with sweet-smelling tobacco.

I, along with Lisa, Diana, Kevin and our seventh member, Chris, headed out to the dance floor, pushing through the sweaty crowd as we went. The techno beats were good, and we were hoping to make the best of the Hi-Way Disco.

But there was one problem: We had an odd number of people.

Lisa paired off with Kevin, and Diana with Chris, leaving me to awkwardly bounce by myself as the crowd pushed in around us, eyeing us all curiously. I have never felt so white in my entire life.

It was fun — for the first two minutes.

Music Machine (#33472)

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One song hadn’t even fully ended when I suddenly felt hands on my hips. I whipped around to face a tall, very drunk Chinese man who was looking at me with glazed-over eyes and a sneaky smile.

I tried to tell him I didn’t want to dance, but either he didn’t understand me, or he simply pretended that he didn’t. He began grinding all over my backside as I stood there, horrified.

My friends, of course, thought this was hilarious.

“Just go with it!” Kevin commanded, clearly amused.

I tried. I really tried to “just go with it.” Even when Drunky McDrunkerson began grabbing my butt. Even when I could feel parts of him I didn’t want to feel pressing into the small of my back. Even when he began feeling up my inner thighs.

But, when he began kneading my stomach flab like bread dough, I’d had enough.

“Kevin!” I finally screeched, “Get this guy OFF ME.”

Kevin and Chris had a hard time getting the guy to go away. While they were trying to get in between him and me, the man kept a firm grasp on my wrist, and once or twice tried to pull me away.

He kept nodding in my direction, winking, and saying “Yes. Yes!”

“No! NO!” I kept responding. But still he held on.

Eventually, Kevin pried his fingers away and he and Chris made a wall around me in the form of a double bear hug. It was in this strange formation that we left the dance floor.

When we got back to the bar, Dave was showing the flirty bartender how to smoke the pipe, while Biff was recovering from an apparently traumatizing trip to the bathroom, in which a restroom attendant had tried to give him a back massage while he was peeing.

No, we definitely were NOT in Kansas anymore.

deep space - cielo nyc

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But, at the end of the night, all we could do was laugh at the absurdity of it all. Pyromaniac pole dancers… Michael Jackson-impersonating magicians… Creepy men wanting to feel up the white chicks (and Biff)…

It wasn’t exactly munchkins and wicked witches on yellow-brick roads, but it sure was going to make for some great stories the next day.

I always wonder how our night would have differed if we’d made it to any of the Western clubs as planned. Would they, too, have been strange and foreign? Would we have come away with similar stories to tell?

Maybe.

But probably not.

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Do you have any crazy stories from nights out on the town in foreign countries? I want to hear about them!

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35 Responses to Not in Kansas Anymore (or Adventures in a Beijing Techno Club)

  1. Lauren says:

    That is HILARIOUS!!! It sounds completely insane :D
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  2. Eeewww for being groped by drunken foreign men. But like your positive attitude towards it. THe craziest things make for the best stories, don’t you think?
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    • DangerousBiz says:

      Eww indeed! But it was all fine in the end, so why not look at it positively? Because, yes, the craziest things most definitely make for the best stories once you get home!

  3. Sabrina says:

    Too funny :) Well, I’m sure it wasn’t funny just then, but it is funny to read about it now :) By the way, for better or worse, when I visited the Chinese Wall in 2008 or so with a group of family and friends, the Chinese actually started to take picture of us while we were taking pictures of the Chinese Wall… I guess the random white people were a bigger attraction that day, or at least a nice extra thrown in. Some even sent their kids to us, so they could pose with us. :)
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    • DangerousBiz says:

      Well, it was funny roughly 15 minutes afterwards. Haha. And yes, definitely amusing to look back on now. My friends, in fact, thought it was pretty hilarious as it was happening (except for the part where the guy tried to steal away with me).

      I think most caucasians who visit China have stories similar to yours from visiting big tourist sites like the Great Wall or Forbidden City. I know the group I was traveling with was constantly getting photographed, too. It’s because many of the Chinese people at these sites are tourists themselves. Some are from outlying cities and villages, and have saved up for years to take their families to Beijing or Shanghai. And many of them don’t see Westerners very often! Hence the fascination with us.

  4. Allie says:

    When I was in Helsinki, Finland, I ended up at a karaoke bar downtown with a few friends. We got up to sing a song and I gave my camera to a nice group of Finnish people so that they could take pictures of us while we were up on stage. They took about two pictures of us and spent the rest of the time taking selfies while they were making funny faces and taking pictures of their boobs. That was a shocking photo upload to go through, needless to say.

    Going out in other countries is definitely the best.
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    • DangerousBiz says:

      Hahaha, oh dear! Well hey, at least you got a good story out of it, right? And I’m sure you had fun singing karaoke, too.

  5. Candice says:

    Hahaha, ohhh the surprise creeper. Gotta love those. Still, I love that you didn’t just get to a normal bar. What a ridiculous experience.

    • DangerousBiz says:

      Those surprise creepers really can be sneaky… But yes, everything added up to a pretty ridiculous night! I mean, getting felt up by some random guy in a club in and of itself isn’t so strange. But combine it with all the other crazy things in that club… and yes. Ridiculous.

  6. Ali says:

    OMG that’s crazy! And also pretty hilarious. At least you got a good story out of it. I’m sure I’ve had some creepy encounters but I’ve probably blocked them out :-)
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    • DangerousBiz says:

      I’ve had plenty of creepy encounters in bars and clubs… but never in a club like this before! Not sure if this is how a lot of Asian clubs are… but it sure was different from anywhere else I’ve been yet!

  7. Ayngelina says:

    Needing your stomach flab like bread dough – best line ever!
    Sorry to laugh at what was clearly not a fun experience.
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    • DangerousBiz says:

      Haha, that’s exactly what he was doing though! I have NEVER had a guy do that before, and it freaked me out!

      And it’s okay to laugh; this was my attempt at being funny!

  8. oh amanda you painted WAY too vivid a picture here of “the baker” kneading your dough ;) LOL. i’m feeling violated! i love these experiences because you know you can never duplicate them and they ARE funny. have to confess i winced at the word midget though…they like “little people.” have i lived in the bay area too long?? maybe. great post- and glad you didn’t find banana spicy. :)
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    • DangerousBiz says:

      Haha, I felt quite violated, too! Though, my boyfriend at the time just found it funny… probably should have taken that as a sign that things would not work out between us. Lol.

      Thanks for reading, and I’m glad you liked the post!

  9. Natalie says:

    Not a fun experience but sounds like you can look back on it now and laugh. Love the way you told it.
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    • DangerousBiz says:

      Oh yes, I can definitely laugh about it now! No one got hurt. It was just uncomfortable (for me) while it was happening. Haha. I’m glad you liked the story! Thanks for reading. :)

  10. Randy says:

    The club sounds like Beijing’s version of Studio 54; what a wild scene. I’ve seen some interesting stuff, but nothing on this level. Great story!
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  11. Nicole says:

    Beijing has changed since when I was there in 1990! Is Frank’s still there? It was the only independent bar I knew of, but no dancing or light shows, just drinking.
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    • DangerousBiz says:

      No idea if Frank’s is still there. I was only in Beijing for 3 days, and I only really went “out” one night. And what a night it was! I don’t think any night out will ever be able to top this.

  12. This is HILARIOUS! What an awesome night. I need to go to this bar! My Vang Vieng bff Chris is there now…I need to tell him about this place!

    Oh, and it’s SO easy for a dude to say, “Just go with it!” Come on!
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    • DangerousBiz says:

      Hahaha, you’d love it, Kate. I posted this link on my Facebook page, and my friends who were there that night (who generally don’t read my blog) LOVED it. They reminded me of other things that I forgot, such as bubbles and foam at random intervals on the dance floor.

      I have no idea where this actually is, since we were lost beyond belief. But I’d love to hear stories from anyone else who finds there way here.

  13. Suzy says:

    Even though it was a crazy experience, it sounds like you got a taste of Chinese disco culture the Western clubs wouldn’t have had. There is always the token creeper though. This reminds me of my first time abroad alone at 18. I was studying in Sorrento, Italy and a group of us found out about a traveling disco one night. We went and we were the only foreigners in the “tented” club. It was a strange experience, but it definitely lent more cultural insight than going to the tourist bars in town.
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    • DangerousBiz says:

      It was definitely an experience I wouldn’t have had at a Westernized club, that’s for sure! But, as awkward as it was, I’m glad we went. It sure makes for a great story now!

  14. You have a great trip right there. Great wall of China is a very nice spot. Your adventure was really fun and so out-of-the-box. Hope you had a great time guys.
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  15. Dan Collins says:

    haha, awesome photo of you!!
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  16. [...] that I traveled around Ireland with an Irish rock band. And it wasn’t even the time I got felt up in a Chinese techno club (though that comes in a close second). Can you guess what my experience was [...]

  17. Hilarious. I practically jumped out of my shoes the first time a bathroom attendant started massaging me while I was standing at a urinal. And when I asked him to kindly stand over by the wall far away from me, he assured me, “Free, free. No pay.” with a huge grin. Money is SO not the issue here, buddy….
    I do appreciate amenities. Just not this particular one.
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  18. Michael says:

    You must had a wondeful trip in Beijing and gained extraordinary experience that some other tourists would not ever experience on it! Sanlitun Bar Street and Nanluoguxiang Bar Street are two main areas for night life in Beijing. Perhaps you may try it out there on your next trip.

  19. [...] Yes, there was that time in China when some language issues had me deposited at a questionable Chinese disco instead of the European bar I had been trying to find in Beijing. But, at the end of the night, it turned into a story well worth retelling. [...]

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