Que paso?

    After dinner, around midnight, we students wandered through the city looking for a place to go, aiming for the area around Congo where there were a lot of bars.  We found a place called Plaza Serrano, aka US college students Mecca.  It was a big plaza completely encircled with bars and clubs, and completely filled with people from 18-35.  We went into a place called Madagascar and found a table in the back.  We ordered some drinks and a bottle of champagne and watched a girl of about 25 sing live on the stage we apparently were sitting on.  She sang a couple of popular American songs (not uncommon here, neither is 80s pop music) and danced around.  The crowd sat for the most part, until one song came on.  Suddenly, in unison, the entire place stood up cheering, cleared every chair and table out of the way, and began dancing.  For the rest of the night the entire place drank and danced.  It was an incredibly fun time.

     Around maybe 230-3am we left Madagascar, can't remember why.  We started walking in search of a discoteca (dance club, although we were kinda at one).  After a few minutes of being lost we asked some guys who looked like locals if they knew where one was.  They replied that they were also looking for one, they were from Colombia.  We walked and talked with the Colombians for a bit and found a club called Kiwi that was literally, no exaggeration, entirely empty except for a bartender and a dj dancing fervently to his own sweet jams.  So we went in and ordered a round of tequila, and continued to learn about our new friends.  When it hit us that the 15 of us were alone in this creepy club, except for an eager young lady that had walked in, we headed back towards Plaza Cerrano.


   We got lost for a bit more, and found ourselves safely back in the plaza around maybe 415am.  The plaza was still packed with people, it was crazy.  There was a pool hall called Tazz selling 8 peso games and 20 peso liters of Stella Artois. Sold.  We drank plenty and talked plenty more, trying to improve our Spanish and the Colombians' English.  Around 530am all of the day's activities, drinks, parties, dancing, spanish-speaking, wandering, etc hit us like a train.  We exchanged numbers with Diego, the 23 year old Colombian who has been living here for 2 and a half years (his friends had taken a 20 day bus ride all over South America to stay with him for a week or 2) and said our goodbyes.


    Around 6am Dave, Brendan, Malcolm, and I piled into a cab and headed home.  To our great delight, the taxista was a huge fan of ACDC.  The 5 of us blasted the music and screamed the words to such hits as "Back in Black", "Hell's Bells", and "You Shook Me" the entire way home.  Me and Dave got out and walked a few blocks home in the daylight.  We got to bed around 615-630.  What a night.