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Johan Kruseman
After a day of whale watching, it felt oddly perfect to end the evening at a party on the roof of an old, abandoned, crumbling building. The cutest part of the whole thing was the “casino” in the back: two school desks pushed together, instantly transformed into a high-stakes gambling table.
With printed A4 sheets, you could bet on under or over 7 (both paid double), or exactly 7 (triple payout). The currency of choice was 100-rupee notes — roughly 30 US cents — so naturally things got serious fast.
When a female croupier took over, the energy shifted. She kept urging everyone not to be cowards and to raise the stakes. But when I casually put 500 on the table, she suddenly had to check with her boss whether such a reckless wager was even allowed.
Her dice-throwing skills were slightly less impressive than her talent for convincing people to bet more. She kept her hand under the cup while flipping it upside down onto the table, then slowly tried to slide her hand out from underneath without changing the numbers on the dice — a trick she obviously failed every single time.
