Our room must be around the smallest twin room in the world. We affectionately called it the match box as it wouldn´t make the grade of a shoe box.
Got up a bit groggy and went in search of a place for eats and drinks before a club. We took advice from the dude at hotel reception and took a map from him to help us on our way. The area we were after was only around 6 blocks away, by the port. So we left the hotel and started walking..... and kept walking..... and walking.... and decided that the map was a bit misleading.... and kept walking..... until we thought we might try and catch a bus. Another guy was waiting for the bus too, so we showed him the map and asked where we were. We were on the completely wrong side of town, half way to an area called La Barra on the end of the peninsula. So we crossed the road to try and catch a taxi or bus, but none came so it was an hour´s walk back the way we´d come.
Eventually we got back to town and had some food and a laugh about our self inflicted misfortune and duly headed to the port. A year ago we´d been to Thailand and happened to be there the same time all the Aussie school kids finish their year and jump on a plane to Thailand to get wasted for a week. This area was strangely reminiscent of that. It was weird, I expected there to only be people around our age here but in the port area we were like granddads. Again. The last bar we went to, we tried to get upstairs but they wouldn´t let us up.
I was trying to explain to them in Spanish that we just wanted to get up for a drink, we weren´t out for any trouble. He asked if we were American and when he learned that we were kiwis he was all keen for us to go up after all. Pretty funny, and a good example of why it sometimes helps to come from a country where the travelers have a generally good reputation. Had a couple of beers until the sun came up, dropped into a cafe for breakfast on the way home, and got our heads down.
Next day we headed for a feed at the beach (the right direction this time) and decided we´d try out a club we´d heard about called Crobar, in La Barra, which was supposed to be pretty cool. So we got a bus out to La Barra (or somewhere close to it) and had a few looseners at a quiet bar. We asked the waiter where Crobar was and he told us it had closed for the season. I knew that the high season for parties in Punta only runs from Christmas to the 2nd week of January but it was still a shock to hear we´d missed it altogether. What kind of "party place" only has a 2-3 week window of opportunity? It was a disgrace. So we were totally fed up with Punta at this stage. Nobody our age and no clubs. Great. Full of shit apartment blocks and schoolies.
So we went for an empanada and considered our options, and decided we´d head back to BA a day early. There was another bar we´d heard about, so we decided to head there and see, on the off chance, if it was any good. And it was. Real good. We tucked into the cocktails and the bar staff loved us. The crowd in there was slightly older than the other places we´d been. Still younger than us, but at least not schoolies. We had a pretty good night in there. We invented a cocktail consisting of champagne and coke. In BA a few nights previously, Jason ordered a Jim Beam and Coke and was given a champagne and coke. The bargirl was looking at him kind of funny, on reflection. But anyway, it´s actually an ok drink. So it´s France meets the US, and we called it a Sarkozy Obama. The bar staff were loving it.
Our final day we went and changed our tickets to leave a day earlier, had some food, went to the casino for a bit of a flutter, and headed back to the same bar as the 2nd night to a heroes´welcome. We ordered a Sarkozy Obama and the bar staff were falling about laughing. There were Uruguayan girls dripping off us, must have been something in the water. They were super hot as well. I forgot to get my camera out for the most part because I was just staring open mouthed at the local beauties. I missed Maria in Buenos Aires though, so I didn´t get into anyone, I was just enjoying talking to them.
So Punta came good in the end, but if we hadn´t found that bar I´d have had a very different experience of the place. I´ll try and take some mates from BA over there in a few weeks as that bar has a good looking party happening on Feb 14th, so hopefully I can drum up some support. If I head back there the bar staff will crack up when we walk in. I´m back in BA now, and we had a heroes´welcome last night. We´d only been away for 3 days but I missed my friends and the feeling was mutual. So I guess I´ll be in BA until we go back to Punta for a weekend, then I might go to Iguacu Falls for a few days. But after that I will probably custard pie Rio for Carnavale and come back to BA. Especially if things are working out nicely with Maria. You don´t meet a girl like that and piss off in a hurry.
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