We first went for a quick walk downtown to get some lunch and have a quick scope on the town and the talent that it offered. Everywhere we were looking, we were seeing probably the most beautiful women I have seen in my life. Immediately, the difference to Buenos Aires is obvious. The streets were immaculately clean. The aroma of the surrounding ocean added to the fresh and relaxed atmosphere to the town and it feels super safe. It was here that I first noticed the vast gaps between the rich people in South America to the poverty areas we had already seen in on our trip.
The first thing we noticed here which confirmed that South Americans enjoyed life all around the clock, was the opening hours of the bank. It didnt open until 4pm and closed at 1am! We calculated it to nearly being the same trading hours as Sydney on the other side of the world!
Our first night out we started in typical Aussie style buying a bottle of vodka from a supermarket and drinking it before we went out, talking to passersby and other tourists from the hostel it was decided that we will get a short 20 minute bus trip to the small town of La Barra. On the bus a couple of 17 year old Argentinean boys started talking to us, they seemed really excited to talk to us and really loved showing us their English skills. We followed them to a bar (they all had fake ID’s) deciding to use the chance to meet some South American boys. After a while (around 2am) it started getting really obvious that the average age of people at this bar as around 15-16 years old and it wasn’t looking to improve in our favour. We mentioned it to them and they just laughed. If we went anywhere else it would have been very quiet until about 4am when people started going out! Ps this was a MONDAY night...
An hour or so later we all went to a club that was further up the road. The boys bought us a couple of jugs of their version of Sangria, and they openly joked with us that they would be able to use us to get themselves some women. Firstly because they were young and inexperienced, but also because we were obviously foreigners, and the girls would love us!
This theory was soon tested, I was approached by a group of young girls, and one of them asked me if they could pretend that I was the boyfriend of one of their friends who didn’t have a fake ID, and hence could not get inside the pub. Thinking that our younger companions would be able to succeed of this group of girls, I went against my moral standings and talked the bouncer into letting this girl into the pub. Once she was in, I found out that she was only 15! OMG!
Now after this I started talking to a really nice, amazingly beautiful 18 year old girl. I offered her my chair outside and that was enough for her to strike up a conversation lol. After a couple of hours of talking and dancing with her, it was obvious that we both liked each other, she told me a phrase in Spanish which translated roughly into “I love you.” Now me being the drunken tourist on a natural holiday high, I decided that I was in love also! Unfortunately for me, she was leaving the next day back to Montevideo. I didn’t have our only phone that we had that night to get her number or facebook details (Matt and George were following their own leads elsewhere). Being very plastered, I tried to remember her number/name (lol) but to no avail! So she will always be remembered as the one who got away.
Matt and George gave me some shit about this when I told them my story next morning, but that was fine, I was sure that something similar would have to happen to them sometime so I just had to bide my time!
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