The guy standing on the very right is Daniel. Funny story. I hung out with Daniel with another group of completely different friends the week before at a dinner party. Then I show up to meet these guys for burgers and Daniel is there and he knows my other friends. Such a small city considering there are 13 million people that live in Buenos Aires. Daniel is from a small town near Rosarita, Mexico which is a small town near Tiajuana, Mexico. I visited Rosarita a couple years back. Another random occurrence. At this rate I think I may run into Daniel randomly again at some point this trip.
After burgers in Palermo we went to this random little Arabian restaurant to smoke Hookah or Sheesha (dried fruit and tobbaco... not drugs mom). Julián Álvarez 1272 is the address.
The restaurant was nice on the inside. It was a Sunday night so it was quiet. But during our stay a lot of people came and went.
Look at some of these luxuirious rose. They even had a lemon tree too (not in photo).
Was chilling at the hostel writing some emails ready to go to bed when Augusto came and told me we should go and party. I didn't know enough Spanish to explain to him that I was tired and had to write emails; so I ended up just walking out of the hostel with him and the beautiful girl he was with. We walked to a few bars and clubs but everything was closed because it was Sunday. We hopped in a cab and Augusto instructed me not to talk. This is always a smart move because if taxi drivers hear a whisper of english they automatically assume you have money and take the longest route possible racking up the meter. We went to one Boliche (spanish for nightclub) but it had just ended because it was 230am. Out front people gave us wristbands for another nightclub that was apparently still going. We went but it was completely dead. So we went to a chill pub and had a few beers. After Augusto paid the bill I assumed we were going to walk home because it was 430 am... But no. Back to the dead Boliche. This time it was really bumping!!! Really good party for a Sunday night.
Here I am with Augusto on the left and Vivina on the right. Augusto is from Usuyayia which is the Southern most city in the world at the bottom of Argentina. The only place further South is Antarctica. Vivina is awesome. If all the Women in Argentina were this amazing, beautiful and nice I would be applying for teaching jobs here tomorrow. I only wish I knew more Spanish so I could get to know her better.
On a side note, a lot of Argentinan's ask me what I think of Argentinian Woman. I always lie and say that I don't know too many Argentinian woman and that my hostel is full of Europeans, Brazillians, Chileans and Paraguayans; which is true. However I do know a few Argentinian Woman. They are very nice and easy to get to know quickly. They are so friendly and will go out of their way to track you down to hangout. However I have met a few that are crazy, immature or mooches (they borrow your beer for a sip and they drink half of it). Immaturity makes sense. Argentina is a very difficult place to transition out of high school or University to finding meaningful employment because the economy is harsh right now. That transition was even hard for me in Canada. But here I can understand more why young people don't want to grow up and be adults, because the prospects aren't great. I have met a lot of other amazing Argentinian Women though that are so nice and friendly. Are they better than Canadian woman? That is a loaded question. I can be in a better position to answer that if I spend another month here at some point and especially once I know Spanish.
Walk home on the streets of Buenos Aires at 6am. Downtown in San Nicolas.