We had entry to this club as part of a hen weekend.....firstly the bouncers on the door were completely disinterested and had no idea what we were talking about when we told them about our free entry. Then when we walked in we had no idea where to go, it is a maze of corridors and I was sure I would end up lost never to be found again! Eventually we found the main dance floor where we were greeted by dance music I had never heard before and tumble weeds casually rolling by. The only person there (who was clearly a regular) was a very very odd perve who immediately approached our group dancing the maccarena and saying 'ey ladies' in a thick Turkish accent. However we moved on and got some drinks, and thought we'd hang in until it got busier. My vodka red bull was clearly just red bull and water which was not surprising at all. As we sat with our drinks one of our party was approached by another bizzare man on his own who then proceeded to follow us onto the dance floor and would not leave until we were laughing that much at his superman dance moves he realised he was not going to pull. We danced for a while and then thought we'd find another dance floor. We found the disco section and initially thought it was slightly better than the first floor as at least we had heard some of the tunes, but then looking round we realised this was actually a scene from Saturday night fever. After finally accepting that this club was full of crazy people, barbie wannabes and down right weirdos we decided to call it a night and get some chips and leave the madness of oceana. Risk it if you dare!!!!
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