No Bailar!

The only thing I had heard about Buenos Aires other than they have great carne, was that the night life is meant to be spectacular. But so far I have yet to see it. On my second night here, after considerable partying at the hostel. A group of us headed out to look for a club or a bar to continue our drinking. Unfortunately we couldn't find anywhere that was open, admittedly it was 3am by the time we left the hostel. Not dissuaded, we decided to try again a couple of nights later. This time we asked at the hostel where was a good club to go to. And we were told there weren't any, that they were all closed. This was said to be due to a fire in a club here in Buenos Aires around new years, where at least 200 people died. Since then all clubs have been temporarily shut down. We found it some what hard to believe that all the clubs would be closed. We decided to head out and try our luck anyway. Surely something would be open. One of the guys staying at the hostel had a friend here in Buenos Aires, and he gave him the name of a place to try. So off we went. We spent a g00d 20 minutes driving around the dock area looking for the place and eventually had to stop and ask one of the countless police on the street for directions. He told us the place we wanted to go was closed, and kindly recommended another place for us. So off we went again. Success! We had managed to find a club that was open! The next challenge was getting in the door. I was a bit dubious as to whether be let in as we all seemed to be wearing sandals. But this wasn't a problem. The problem it appeared was that you weren't allowed to dance (no bailar). The guy on the door explained that we could go in but we were not allowed to dance. No bailar! Thinking this was bit of a joke we went in anyway. The club was great, well it would have been great. It was 2am on Saturday morning, what should be the busiest time for a club and they weren't even half full. There was about 30 odd people standing around inside dance music pumping out, and nobody dancing. Not one person. The one time a couple of girls got up and started dancing, the door man came over and asked them to stop. It was the weirdest thing, being in a club playing dance music and nobody dancing. We stayed for a drink anyway and got chatting to a few of the locals, who told us we had come at the worst time. They all told us to come back in mid February when it was expected the ban would be lifted and the clubs reopened. But if we were interested Fat Boy Slim was playing a free concert down the cost tomorrow, unfortunately it was somewhere over 300kms down the cost.

luckily I plan to be in South America for a little while, and I will definitely be coming back here to see the night life, and eat more carne! Speaking of the carne we had a BBQ here at the hostel last night, yet more beef and more beer. I am loving here.

Later
Zac