It`s my farewell and I`ll kiss everyone if I want to!!

Cuba Libre. The last hurrah.

It began the only way a final shout should have... with the owner recognising us from across the road and coming over to shuffle us in the VIP entrance no problems. Class. From there, it was a little downhill. haha... te estoy jodiendo... We had drunk a bunch of beers at the hostel before so we were in high spirits, and the drinks kept flowing. But, as Argentinians do, it was always 1 drink passed around to the group. So strange the way they do that. But it`s cool.

I wore my special (and only) going-out dress, a newbie for these parts that I have so far restrained myself from using for this sole reason. Makeup was piled on, hair strung up high and high heels applied to feet. I was ready. Hot mama coming, you`d better fucking make way ;)

It was the first time I had been to CL on a Saturday, and as I expected, all 6 rooms were open and they ended up being packed. Much dancing was done, massive shape were thrown, the camera was out all night (not mine of course, STILL am without - TOMORROW TOMORROW TOMORROW) and I was in fine form.

At one point I found myself dancing with a tall, hot black Brazilian guy but fobbed him off for mi amigos. Tonight is about having fun with my friends, I told myself. But he kept finding me and taking me from the group...ahh life. I tore myself away though, and kept dancing with the others from work. But I kept to my promise - I did dance with my workmates but then I just kissed them haha

Oops.

Mostly out of sight of the others, I was Sir Sneak-a-lot and when I had the chance, I chose my prey and dived in. Haha... putita (little whore, my new nickname here). One guy I am so so about, he is cute but a little odd... going to Buenos Aires too, so I have another amigo. Annoyingly, though, yet another friend but still no couch. I am going to ring the damn hostels myself if the boss doesn`t by Tuesday. Useless.

We got home after 6 and by then I was getting unexpectedly touchy-feely with one of my workmates who I had considered hooking up with before but never done anything about... anyway I kept that hush hush too but decided to go for it, since he had an hour before starting the morning shift at work. What a shit that would`ve been. But then I remembered, as of that day, he now has a roommate and that would not have been cool. However, as a guy, he said he could just wake him up and make him leaev - no way!! Super slack. And the poor guy continues to not get any from ze ladies so it would be a major kick in the teeth for him. Also, I could take or leave it, to be honest.

Sleep time.

Muito besos a la Cuba Libre

Had a brief moment of excitement on my day off when one of my co-workers said a bunch of people planned to go to Paraguay the next day, and I could just walk over a bridge from Brazil to Paraguay with no visa troubles. Haha... gotta love it.

But, Argentina being Argentina, I was the only one to actually wake up the next morning and after a quick look around the silent house, I crawled back into bed. Pelotudos. So much for that friggin new camera. I`ll get it one of these days. Hopefully.

It`s started to wear on me a little, this place. I know I should give them a month but the novelty has for sure started to wear off. When the weather is good I can at least sunbake but only if I get up in time... and now a few of the fun boys have left (although some were beginning to grate on me) and I am starting to get annoyed with some of the people I work with. Like actually starting to see what their personalities are like. Bah.

Also, it is a little frustrating now speaking the language here... a lot of times I am just sitting there trying to put the fragments of conversation together while they move from topic to topic, all the while a silent figure in the corner, just mulling over what they probably said 5 subjects ago. Weird, freaky corner figure. That´s me.

Work was fine, still a bit slow but I had gotten a good night`s sleep the night before when I bailed because a couple of the others were jamming (piano and violin... eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek) and again I was alone on the couch. Weird couch girl. But for once I actually got a full night`s sleep. Was sooo good.

Because of my clear head, I was fully up for clouding it up again with some booze and Cuba Libre action, particularly since it was the boys` final night here. I befriended some Irish hotties and convinced them to come to the club... fast track to CL and I was makin` out with one of the chicks and dancin` up a storm, grindin` grindin` grindin`... Opa!!

The club wasn`t that full, not surprising since it was only Wednesday, so the talent wasn`t exactly swimming in the pool. Ran into a guy from a previous CL night out, and made out with him. Funny since the last time we met he acted hot n cold, and I was certain he was gay. And I`m pretty sure I made out with a couple of other people, girls and guys, as well. But one can never be entirely sure.

At one stage I lost the others and went outside, ran into a girl from work with a couple of guys, and we jumped into his car to go back to one of their houses. I had a good chat with the guy who owned the house, who works at the hostel down the road also owned by these people, and at first he said I was nothing special when I mentioned the guys loved "exotic J" (ie not Argentinian)... half an hour later he was asking to kiss me and trying to dance with me with a raging hard-on. Grosero. It was at that point I decided to leave. He apologised and gave me money for a cab. That was sweet, at least.

The cab driver kept saying, "muy linda muy linda" (very pretty) so eventually - after some very bad directions to my house - I said, "Just let me out here" in my broken Spanish, and got the fuck outta there. Later the guys from work said they saw me when their bus drove past, walking home at 9:30am. I wondered what time it was. Must start taking my phone with me on these adventures.

Woke up at 3pm. My shift started at 2. Oops. Gotta admit, I rushed a little but not really that much. Can`t really find top gear anymore being here. Muy tranquila. I flagged down a young guy on a motorcycle and convinced him to take me to the hostel, and was there 5 mins later. Sweet! No one really cared and I finished on normal time, fuck doing an extra hour.

Have decided that I will stay until the one-month mark here and bail. I am getting itchy feet and need to see more of this country. And its...uh...sights.... Now. Sleep. Time.

Iguazu`s new dancing queen??

Just a quickie... the French hottie that works here said he thinks I may be able to get a job dancing for Cuba Libre (the biggest club in town), so we are going to ask next time we go. That would be super sweet, a bit of extra cash, some good exercise and muscle building, and of course fame and fortune... my ultimate desire haha...

Where`s my beer???

Another barely legal

Another night at Cuba Libre, another random adventure. I have befriended these classic guys from England and Australia, and last night they came back from dinner in town all loose n ready to party. So I chugged a few cervezas (beers) down and then someone made the call to vamos to Cuba Libre. 3 taxis full of us careered into the centre, and I again waltzed past the bouncer not paying a cent.

Soon enuf, I was up on the podium again doin my thang and scouring the audience for some decent faces. I had no luck earlier at the hostel with the worker I was hoping for, who I`d been told had a thing for me (lies, all lies!!) so I was wanting some action to soothe my bruised ego.

I won`t lie, it was pretty slim pickings this night and most of the guys around me thought they`d play hard to get (NOT into that) but eventually I found a cool cat who was into it. After a kiss and some classically good Argentinian dancing (makes me swoon), I just wanted to get out of there and once he successfully answered the obligitory questions of a) do you live nearby? b) do you live with your family? we headed off to his place.

While at his place, I stupidly asked how old he was and almost laughed out loud when he said 20. Also thought he wasn`t as cute as originally picked in the club, but he had a good body. Wrapping things up, though, it was a pretty unmemorable experience and once I found a reason to get out of there (his cousin arrived "unexpectedly" hmmmm), I realised the best part about it was that it was done entirely in Spanish. Sweet. It`s all about progress.

I left quickly to do the walk of shame home in my little black dress, even stopping to eat a random icecream from some corner shop open for some weird reason (can never find a shop open at midday, but 7am? No problem!!). At one stage a car was following me, but I just shouted in Spanish "fuck off!" and he went away. Luckily. Could have turned the other way, to be honest. I fell into bed without my phone, thinking I would just rely on my roomie to get up and wake me up in time for work. Didn`t realise he had the day off.

Ridin´ with the (drunk) po-po

When I realised my previous hook-up from the hostel was most likely getting it on with another worker here (don´t blame him, she is tidy), while I was waiting in the TV room trying to sleep, I gave up and walked out to make the trek home by myself at 5:30am. Boo. But surprise, surprise I was joined by the hostel girl who mysteriously appeared from the dark when I walked out, and came home too.

Walking home, I refrained from making any reference to how long she´d spent in the "toilet", choosing instead to not care and just enjoy the beautiful lightening firing up the sky in the early hours of the morning. C`est la vie, or whatever.

Now that it was Friday, I was pumped to go out again. Friday nights seem to be the biggies here, so after the initial afternoon wall-hitting, I was ready to roll. A few drinks here and we managed to get 4 taxis worth of guests and workers into the centre to go to Cuba Libre. Another random night to be had...

In the club, I did some more podium dancing but mostly danced on the floor, really feeling like picking up a girl but instead ending up with a feminine-looking Argentinian cutie that could really dance. TURN ON. After a while I was just wanting to leave to his house, as the amount of sweat I`d exuded was actually becoming ridiculous, but he kept babbling some reason why we couldn´t. Do you have a girlfriend? No. Do you live with your parents? No. Then what´s the fucking issue?? Damn my shitty Spanish.

I pulled J, the English guy who works here with me and who has been here for several months, over to ask him what was wrong, and I found out he didn´t have a girlfriend, he had TWO. I am out.

After that, the club lost a large amount of its already dwindling appeal and I convinced J to leave. The tourists had largely left and it was just horny locals I was sick of trying to run away from.

What happened next was definitely one of the most random things to happen in this crazy border town yet. A carful of cops said they would give me a ride home in their cop truck so I jumped in, careful not to sit in the middle as they asked, and found myself accepting a sip of their cocktail as they passed it around. So many things wrong with this picture I can´t even begin.

They stopped at the police station just down from my house, clearly wanting me to stick around, but I bailed quickly and walked home, palming them off when they drove after me and asked me back. Weirdos. It was around this point I realised I had to paid one cent the whole night since the club. No entry (cos I work here), no drinks (cos guys bought me some after I danced on the podium) and no taxi home. Boom.

The next morning I woke with the thought, "but why???" running through my head. Seriously. Why would I think the cop car is the safest to go home in?? If they did something to me, who would I have turned to? Fucking idiot. Don`t try this at home, kids.

The impenetrable gay force

Just a few days into work and I already feel like I have been here a month. I woke up a few hours before work started in the afternoon and used the opportunity to lounge by the massive pool under another faultless sky and get some rays. After having stared jealously out the doors of the bar for a few days now (sans the tropical rainstorm the first day of my work), it was my time to shine. Boom.

Work was good, again, and I kept learning more Spanish. This is gonna be great guns for my bilingual efforts!! Dammit, I will return with additional tongue capibilities!!

Afterwards, a couple of the workers were keen to get on it, and despite starting at 9am the next day, I agreed. A few beers, a topless swim and a good old dance later, and we were en route to Cuba Libre again. I convinced an Asian-looking Aussie guy to come, and had a few others from the hostel including some guests. My recent hook-up, which I now realised would be a repeat performance due to ability to keep a secret (wonder how long that would last), didn`t want to come but I wanted to hang out with my new gay best friend P that works here. Such a darling!!

We had a good dance at the club, but it was hardly full compared to our Friday night visit, and after a couple of titty tequila shots, me and aforementioned gay friend admitted we were drunk and called it quits. One guest, an American girl, had caused a fuss when P refused to give into her come-ons, making him frustrated and me kinda laugh that she wouldn`t believe he was gay. And I mean gay. Ha! Such a difference to my experiences n gay clubs in Rio... couldn`t fight them off quicker!

As we were walking to the further cab rank to get a cheaper fare, the American girl stormed off back up the hill and the Aussie guy ran after her. That was not unusual, considering that after he´d given me a crack and got turned down (felt like he was just doing it cos I wasn`t wearing underwear and had a tongue ring - his admittance) and the girl had had the same happen with the gay guy. Also, he kinda annoyed me by not really socialising and making me feel like I had to babysit him... so we waited until we grew too impatient and I remembered I had to work early the next day, and I got a cab back. "A la cementario" was all I said to the driver. I think.