Jimmyz Night Club in Monte Carlo

When it came to finding an after party, the Italians led the charge by drunkenly jumping into their minibus and driving dangerously to a night club several miles away called Jimmyz. They took a Dutch girl with them and for this reason both the Dutch and UK teams (or at least the UK boys) were motivated to follow (romance is not yet dead). After walking a very long way we all got to Jimmyz on foot and didn’t appear to be dressed right. The set was like one out of James Bond and I felt that my knee length dress was about a metre too short. Thankfully there was a separate night club downstairs for us plebs. However, we’d overlooked the Italian’s terrible taste in music; the club’s only redeeming feature was the free cloakroom and I felt inclined to leave (along with the other girls - the boys were staying. Their work was not yet done). This part actually worked rather well because we were mistaken for upper class guests attending (as luck would have it) a conference hosted by a car hire company and so our ride back home was free.

There was no sailing the next day due to lack of wind. The Dutch were happy because it meant they won; the Italians not so much because they were cheated out of running finals, which they might have won.

I see this as Karma. And this happy ending concludes the #ClareInMonaco series.

For the full story:

1. We went to the Russian Christmas market for ice go karting...
2. ...then went for a night out in which we found 100 euros on the floor...
3. ...a funny  old man was encountered...
4. ...not everyone made it home...
5. ...Then we had another night out in which we worked hard to further the UK's international relations...
6. ...secret Santa happened after dinner. Dutch style...
7. ...and that brings us on to the after party.

If anyone's interested in hearing what happened with the Dutch girls...well I'm not entirely sure, but I can tell you that there was a kiss at the airport and they stayed in touch. Aww.