Well, it's just past 4 o'clock here in the afternoon and I have yet to go to sleep from last night. It all started by making plans to go out with a couple of locals whom I met a week previous. So Erika, Rosi and I met for pizza at the typical hour of 11:00PM. We had plans to go to the
NiceTo Discotheque where we had met the week before, however, it was far too early to go the club. No one shows up before 2:00AM. So instead we head to a bar, around 12:30AM where for the first time on my travels I ordered a Manhattan and they didn't screw it up.
After thoroughly enjoying my drink we paid the bill and headed to the club at an unusually early hour, 1:30AM.
NiceTo, which also has the second name
Club 69 for reasons beyond me, is apparently the only good place on Thursday nights. It consists of two bars, which for reason I believe only exists to annoy people, you have to pay for your drinks in a different place than you get them. Not an extremely large club it is almost all dance floor, with a upper level that is for VIPs. There is also a stage where shows are preformed. Last night on stage there was a couple sessions from what appeared to be a B-Boy dance troupe. These sessions were broken up by what i can only describe as an all male burlesque
esque KISS airband. Again, no idea. The night at the club was a typical night; drinking, dancing, and laughing at the really, really drunk guy who can barely stand up.
However, before I reached the club I was supposed to go to a bank machine as my funds were running low. So when I reached my last two pesos I was feeling kinda bummed. However, my friends decided to treat me to a few drinks,
thanks. By the end of the night Rosi managed to wave down a one of the VIPs to dance with her. At the closing of the club, 7:00AM, the four of us decided to go for coffee. Leaving the club I instinctively went to hail a cab. However, VIP stopped me stating that he drove to the club, pointing in the direction of his automobile. As I turned to look I saw he was pointing a quite a nice and relatively new Audi...
this man had money.
edit: I forgot to mention at one point of the night a straw managed to jump into my eye, or the other way around I'm not sure. Anyhow, I think I scratched my cornea because everytime I blink it feels like something is in my eye. However, since my vision wasn't impaired I'm sure it'll heal itself.
We went for coffee and those disgusting ham and cheese thin bread sandwiches with no crusts thingys everyone eats here. After about an hour VIP asks if we want to take his boat out for a spin. ¡OF COURSE WE DID! We all piled back into the Audi and headed for his boat. After about 45 minutes of driving we arrived at the marina. The boat was forklifted out of the pleasure craft storage hanger and we all got in. The plan was to go his families house out on some island but we didn't have enough gas. So instead we did a little tour of the proximate area and then VIP decided it was time for a nap in the middle of the river. Not much of a problem but the time is now around 11:00AM and Erika has to work tonight at 9:00PM. After the three of us made enough
subtle noises to wake him up, we headed back to the marina. After this it was decided that we were going to his house, decided by the driver, Mr. VIP of course. I had the idea that I wasn't getting to bed anytime soon.
edit: I forgot to mention that the boat stalled every 10 minutes and required about 5 minutes to get it started again.
We arrived at his house, quite outside the main area of Buenos Aires, and he decided to take another nap. For some reason, at some point, I decided to take a look in my wallet.
¡CRAP! ¿Where the hell is my bank card?. After some serious thinking, well not too serious, I have been up for over 24 hours at this point, I deduced that I must have, in typical Keith fashion, left it in the last bank machine I used. Well, here's the current situation. Keith has 2 pesos in his pocket, has no bank card, has a paid for a bus ticket to the Brazilian border for Sunday night, and the only possible place it may be is at a bank that closes for the weekend in two hours. We explain the situation to VIP and he agrees that it is time to leave. We pile back in the Audi and head off...
To a restaurant about 5 minutes away. He jumps out and goes inside to order food. I now have only 1 hour and 15 minutes before I am royally screwed. Oh have I forgot to mention that everyone, but me of course, speaks Spanish. So Erika attempts to tell me she will lend me 200 pesos, and that I should take a taxi back into town. ¿The money? I can pay here back tomorrow.
¡Thanks Erkia! So after some consideration, cause at this point I thought it was a lost cause, I accept the money and hail a cab.
I ask the taxi driver to take me to my hostel so I can pick up ID that I will probably need to claim my card. He tells me the ride will cost me 60 pesos and take around half an hour,
mas o menus. On the way he decided to ask for directions from a toll-booth attendant. Half an hour later, only 30 minutes left, we reach the edge of downtown Buenos Aires. I now have no time to go to the hostel and still make it to the bank. I tell the taxi driver the new address, to which he promptly rolls down his window and asks the neighboring car how to get there. CRAP again. Mid-day traffic, 30 minutes left, and a taxi driver who doesn't know how to get to a address about 20 minutes away involving a lot of turns, due to the 1-way street system here.
I decide the subway would be faster than this baffoon and redirect him once again to the closest
Subte station. I jump up out of the cab a block away and run to the station, buy my ticket and head for the station next to the bank. With 10 minutes left I reach the bank. After talking to three people and using a torn photocopy of my passport as ID I got back my bank card.
¡OLE! I left the bank around 3:15PM and made my way back to the hostel.
And here I am... probably one of the more interesting nights I have had down here. There was drinking, dancing, new characters, expensive cars, coffee, high speed boating, narcolepsy, adventure, long distance cab rides, subway chases, and don't forget the ever present language barrier.
Well, that's my story. Apparently it's one of the English chaps in the hostel's birthday today. I gotta get some sleep...
sounds like it may be a long night.