Making the most of a Tuesday night, Gustavo and I took a trip to the local clubs in Providencia (a barrio, or section, of Santiago). We happened upon a bar that was playing some good music, so we stepped in. After a few minutes of testing my Spanish small talking skills, a couple of guys got up on stage and started rapping. They still had all the English fillers, like ´come on now, here we go now´ and ´get up, get up´, but the rest was a mystery to me.
It must have been some kind of open mic night, because a bunch more people ended up getting on stage, some better, some much worse, but all entertaining for sure. The bars here practially never close, so its quite possible to become a vampire. Party all night, sleep all day- and I´m sure many people do.
We finally called it a night when I was falling asleep on my feet, and not a moment too soon. As we were walking away, a few police cars pulled up. The club had a certain smell to it, if you know what I mean, and I guess the police were there to air it out. All and all, a good night, and poor Gustavo had to catch a ride to the airport 30 minutes after we got back to the Hostel.
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