Friday I cam home from work to find a cupboard had fallen off the wall in the kitchen and was lying on the floor its contents strewn everywhere. Fortunately it was not a cupboard with too many breakables in it or even more serious a cupboard containing my exclusive collection of $3 bottles of wine. Don't ask me how this happened I am just glad I wasn't there when it did happen. Oddly enough people look at me with bewilderment when I suggest it might have been worked a little bit loose by the previous weekends earthquakes which was the first thing I thought of. Either that or its shoddy Chilean workmanship but I am prepared to give them the benefit of the doubt and put it down to an act of nature.
This weekend there were no trips to the mountains. I was pretty tired at the end of the week so was quite happy to take it easy. I find it very difficult to get up in the mornings here, probably because it doesn't get light properly until 8am. In Brisbane every living creature seems to rise with the sun and feel the needs to make sure everyone knows it. Even in the middle of the winter this is around 6.30 am. Anyway I am digressing and don't want to start on a rant about the pro's and con's of daylight saving. So Saturday morning I found myself sleeping until nearly midday. A trip to the supermarket, some reading and an afternoon snooze and that was my day. In the evening I had arranged to go out for dinner, to a Peruvian restaurant.
This was extremely good as was the Pisco sour, wine and beer that washed it down (apparently there is an ongoing battle between Chile and Peru on the true origins of Pisco and the best Pisco sour, I suspect that any serious discussions on the matter would end up in both parties being too drunk to really come to any conclusions). By the time we had finished dinner it had become clear that the opportunity to go dancing had been put on the table, and the sister and boyfriend of one of our dinner group had arrived, after all no one in Latin America would seriously consider going home before midnight. First stop was a private party, in what I could only assume was someone's house, complete with a guest list onto which our names had appeared, apparently we knew someone who knew someone. I quite liked the place and the people seemed pretty friendly although I think if we had stayed too long we might have been in danger of losing an eye (or two) to the rather powerful laser flashing around the place. The music, like most music in Chile is best described as a Latin euro-pop (if such a genre exists) and every now and again the DJ would play something that everyone seemed to know and the place would go crazy.
It was decided to move on to more salubrious surroundings, a nightclub/bar in one of the better suburbs of Santiago, once again we seemed to know someone who knew someone and we got in for free. This was a Family type club (the Brisbane club that is, not somewhere for all the family) with a slightly older clientele, even by my standards. We danced the night away and I had too many Corona's. The night included meeting a mysterious Chilena whose phone number I acquired, so thanks to her for making sure I got home ok. It was a blurry 6 am by the time I got home and needless to say Sunday was very definitely a day of rest. I've been struggling like a small farmer ever since. In the words of my good friend Jorge Mezza 'nothing good ever happens after 2 am'
Andrew
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