Tyson's Adventures

Following my birthday the days fell into something of a rythem. My Ozzie buddy Dan and I had steak for something like five days in a row. I'm going to have to worry a bit more about money from here on out, but I've had a good time in BA. A few of Dan's friends showed up and we went out with them a few nights. Once again for steak upon them claiming that the steak here was no better than anywhere else. We felt it was our duty to show them what they had been missing. (of the nights dan and I got food, one night we got steak sandwiches that had egg and bacon on them. We had not been expecting as much food as we got) the night the group of us went out, there was seven. Five Ozzies, and two Americans, the other being married to an Ozzie guy. We all went to a parilla (grill) that dan and I had discovered in our carnivorous adventures. Over the course of the evening at the returant six bottles of wine were drunk, as well as all the sides and the typically amazing steak (bife de lomo). Following dinner we all went back to their hostel, which is what is called a "party hostel", and while fun to visit, there is no way I would want to stay there. After a few more bottles of wine, it somehow got decided that we where going to a dance club. This was to be my second club in as many nights, but more on that later. They convinced me to go eventually. The queue for the club took about 40 minutes, and upon getting inside, it was extremely packed, I hung out for a bit, and then Dan and I took off. The club may not have been to my liking but the dinner was very enjoyable. The previous night was a blast. Called Bombas del Tiempo, it is a drum show, held every Monday night. There are something around fifteen drummers making a beat, along with the ocasional singer, all conducted by a collection of energetic guy who jump around and work the crowd as much as they do they musicians. It's a very cool show, not to be missed if one visits BA. The group went back to the hostel, and I ended up going out with another group from the hostel that I had made friends with and Dan had not (Dan speaks no Spanish at all). We ended up at a dance club some seven blocks from the hostel and stayed there until around four or five in the morning. At which time the group of us (consisting of a Brazilian, three Brits, an Argentine, and myself) were finally to exhausted to go on. Back to the hostel we went, were at least I slept until at least noon. There is more to add about BA, but it will have to wait for another day.