High Culture

Today I was planning to take a train to Tigre about an hour away, to see the sites, you know, see some culture. The plans went out the window when I agreed to go clubbing with a friend from the hostel, since the timescale here for a night out is somewhat different to back home.

So for a typical argentine night out, we met up at 10.30pm, and headed out for dinner for another amazing steak. I am not sure if it is true that its the greatest steak in the world, but when it only costs 10pesos, about 2pounds then you really cannot complain. So after steak, a few beers and some strange liqures the waitress kept bringing we head to a bar, well actually it was a famous hostel called Millhouse, that has a sort of party bar that makes for a night out similar to being back in a student union. (if you can remember that far back). So another few beers and chatting to everyone in the hostel. It seems due to the season and the location of BA most people are either at the start of their adventure or in about month 11 of their trip. Sometimes you can judge by peoples suntan which end of the trip it is.

So 2am its time to go clubbing and we headed to the suburbs for a gringo free place, to add extra authenticity. The club was a crazyfun packed place, which is hard to explain, just that you had to be there to understand the atmosphere, and needless to say this morning we were taking the 6.30am train back into BA that was packed with comuters heading to town. And so to the hostel to bed just as everyone else is getting up for brekkie.

And so the cultural trip to Tigre is indefinetly postponed... That was just a Thursday night out, the weekend awaits!