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???
Thursday, 31 March 2011
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.
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.
Tuesday, 29 March 2011
Cheap massages make me smile
Yesterday, after one of my most lengthy sleeps since arriving here, I was my most tired. Grumpy and tired. I could barely keep my eyes open, and arriving "2 hours early" was actually me arriving 4 hours late. Yep, I actually started at 9am that day. Oops.
So that meant I was working until 10pm again to make up my time, but no one really cared that much. We were that slow... it only was a shame cos I had a couple of things to do which I could no longer do... namely sunbake (it was raining anyway) and do some shit on the internet. And it also meant I missed a whole day working with mi favoritito C... sooooo cute!!
I forgot to mention the other morning, post-hammock activity, that I found a wallet with 150 pesos (about $40) in it, a condom and a business card. I threw it behind the desk and grabbed my bag to go home, wanting to sort it out when I got in the next day. But when I got in I asked P and he said he´d checked that girl out that morning so she wouldn´t be coming back for it. Sweet! Mucho dinero para yo!
First I wanted to spend the money on a horseride but I have since found out the place down the road doesn´t operate anymore, or something, so I am fixated on finding out about tattoo prices in the centre. I tried to go today and failed miserably... every place I went to was closed. Sometimes I hate this fucking place.
Came into work today (my day off) and it was raining still, the internet wasn´t working, the kitchen wouldn´t slip me a free meal and the one I paid for was more than I wanted to pay (but to be fair, still only about $2.50) and I was in a shitty mood. So I am glad I had a massage booked. Man, that was good. Seriously one of the best massages I have had in a while. And she wouldn´t take more than $10. Definitely not the last I will be having here. Dancing at the club the other day really put stress on my thigh muscles. And it´s not like I will stop dancing anytime soon.
So that meant I was working until 10pm again to make up my time, but no one really cared that much. We were that slow... it only was a shame cos I had a couple of things to do which I could no longer do... namely sunbake (it was raining anyway) and do some shit on the internet. And it also meant I missed a whole day working with mi favoritito C... sooooo cute!!
I forgot to mention the other morning, post-hammock activity, that I found a wallet with 150 pesos (about $40) in it, a condom and a business card. I threw it behind the desk and grabbed my bag to go home, wanting to sort it out when I got in the next day. But when I got in I asked P and he said he´d checked that girl out that morning so she wouldn´t be coming back for it. Sweet! Mucho dinero para yo!
First I wanted to spend the money on a horseride but I have since found out the place down the road doesn´t operate anymore, or something, so I am fixated on finding out about tattoo prices in the centre. I tried to go today and failed miserably... every place I went to was closed. Sometimes I hate this fucking place.
Came into work today (my day off) and it was raining still, the internet wasn´t working, the kitchen wouldn´t slip me a free meal and the one I paid for was more than I wanted to pay (but to be fair, still only about $2.50) and I was in a shitty mood. So I am glad I had a massage booked. Man, that was good. Seriously one of the best massages I have had in a while. And she wouldn´t take more than $10. Definitely not the last I will be having here. Dancing at the club the other day really put stress on my thigh muscles. And it´s not like I will stop dancing anytime soon.
Monday, 28 March 2011
Settling into local life
The rains are here. Like only a tropical town can offer, they come in waves of terrential downpour then stop completely, shine intense sun then arrive again amid spotted clouds. Today is the first day it has been consistent, and surprise surprise it is the only day I have woken up without a hangover ready to get some sun on my back. Shit life.
I have settled into life here, still desperately trying to get a handle of my Spanish (so impatient, just want to know it NOW) but living down the road gives me a taste of local life. I often share the bus with a crowd of schoolkids or just older locals, who obviously all speak Spanish, so it´s really cool. I just stare out the window at all the things going on, and thank myself I am not surrounded by English-speaking backpackers 24/7. Though sometimes it comes close.
Hot Mankurian from the hammock decided to head to Bolivia (maybe I was shit in the sack? haha) so I am turning my attentions back onto some key staff members here. 2 of the cutest I found out yesterday were brothers (GOOD breeding stock there!!) and they live together without their parents so that could be tricky to manouver. One I kissed the night before I started working here but since I found out he has a gf, the other I would go for but don´t want to first to find out.
Then there is C.... sigh. He is the super religious one that has vowed chastity until marriage, and who I THOUGHT was 28 but actually is 18. Eek. But he is still my favourite, sooo gorgeous and nice and interested in me but... sigh, who knows. The main problem is with shift times and lack of transport etc. We will just have to see how things develop. He owes me a kiss though. Can´t remember why but I remember he just does.
I have settled into life here, still desperately trying to get a handle of my Spanish (so impatient, just want to know it NOW) but living down the road gives me a taste of local life. I often share the bus with a crowd of schoolkids or just older locals, who obviously all speak Spanish, so it´s really cool. I just stare out the window at all the things going on, and thank myself I am not surrounded by English-speaking backpackers 24/7. Though sometimes it comes close.
Hot Mankurian from the hammock decided to head to Bolivia (maybe I was shit in the sack? haha) so I am turning my attentions back onto some key staff members here. 2 of the cutest I found out yesterday were brothers (GOOD breeding stock there!!) and they live together without their parents so that could be tricky to manouver. One I kissed the night before I started working here but since I found out he has a gf, the other I would go for but don´t want to first to find out.
Then there is C.... sigh. He is the super religious one that has vowed chastity until marriage, and who I THOUGHT was 28 but actually is 18. Eek. But he is still my favourite, sooo gorgeous and nice and interested in me but... sigh, who knows. The main problem is with shift times and lack of transport etc. We will just have to see how things develop. He owes me a kiss though. Can´t remember why but I remember he just does.
Sunday, 27 March 2011
Hot in a hammock
If you`ve never scored in a hammock, I strongly suggest you give it a try. Last night was definitely a winner in the shag stakes, and we even managed to pull it off with about 20 Israelis going buck-wild in the pool behind us. Lucky it was about 4am and there were no lights on.
The person in question was a very cute Englishman who turned out to play lead guitar in his band back home (somehow I magnetise towards these people)... so yes, I am still wondering how I managed to score him. Yes, there was alcohol involved but still, back in London people like him just do not look twice at me. Oh well, I ain´t complaining!! I´m sure it won´t be the first time I say, "When in Iguazu..."
It started when I reacted really embarrassingly to him standing at the bar, not expecting such a good-looking guy to be there, and then me admitting that story to him while blushing immensely... a short tango lesson later and I was (somehow) in.
Today I have spoken to him a little but not much, get the distinct feeling it was a one-night-only show... a bummer as he was certainly blessed with more than just good looks. Holy hell. He actually originally asked me about working here but funnily enuf is questioning it today... should I be offended??
The person in question was a very cute Englishman who turned out to play lead guitar in his band back home (somehow I magnetise towards these people)... so yes, I am still wondering how I managed to score him. Yes, there was alcohol involved but still, back in London people like him just do not look twice at me. Oh well, I ain´t complaining!! I´m sure it won´t be the first time I say, "When in Iguazu..."
It started when I reacted really embarrassingly to him standing at the bar, not expecting such a good-looking guy to be there, and then me admitting that story to him while blushing immensely... a short tango lesson later and I was (somehow) in.
Today I have spoken to him a little but not much, get the distinct feeling it was a one-night-only show... a bummer as he was certainly blessed with more than just good looks. Holy hell. He actually originally asked me about working here but funnily enuf is questioning it today... should I be offended??
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.
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.
Friday, 25 March 2011
Too much effort
Pretty sure aforementioned carrot-dangler is now off getting it on with one of the other girls from the hostel. Well, I kinda palmed him off tonight anyway so I am not surprised. Another hot-blooded man.
He was the same tonight... no, no, I can´t act interested but I do like you, blah blah blah... sick of it. Too much wasted effort. Going to shift my focus now. I think I have become a sex addict. When I told him we should just have sex, hmmm maybe often, he said he thought I was addicted and that he could go months without even wanting it (shit). The case may be so, but dammit, once I have a taste...
Sooo.... I have a few other options. As I have said, this place is not short of cuties and I have even shifted guys I would normally go for down the priority list because of that. Too funny. Just a shame they are all about 22 years old. And that I am no longer really interested in the guests... too entrenched in the work world.
Tomorrow it is Friday, well technically it´s today, but that is traditionally (traditionally being what we did last week) the big club night so I am looking forward to another cuuuurrrraaaazzzyyy time. Maybe. We´ll see...
I am now in the hostel at some early hour of the morning, we are watching TV/sleeping in the TV room I didn´t really honestly know existed until now. Getting eaten alive by mosquitoes but oh well. Really can´t be fucked to walk back home. Another sweaty night with the same clothes on. And I wonder why I am not picking up every night.
He was the same tonight... no, no, I can´t act interested but I do like you, blah blah blah... sick of it. Too much wasted effort. Going to shift my focus now. I think I have become a sex addict. When I told him we should just have sex, hmmm maybe often, he said he thought I was addicted and that he could go months without even wanting it (shit). The case may be so, but dammit, once I have a taste...
Sooo.... I have a few other options. As I have said, this place is not short of cuties and I have even shifted guys I would normally go for down the priority list because of that. Too funny. Just a shame they are all about 22 years old. And that I am no longer really interested in the guests... too entrenched in the work world.
Tomorrow it is Friday, well technically it´s today, but that is traditionally (traditionally being what we did last week) the big club night so I am looking forward to another cuuuurrrraaaazzzyyy time. Maybe. We´ll see...
I am now in the hostel at some early hour of the morning, we are watching TV/sleeping in the TV room I didn´t really honestly know existed until now. Getting eaten alive by mosquitoes but oh well. Really can´t be fucked to walk back home. Another sweaty night with the same clothes on. And I wonder why I am not picking up every night.
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