Córdoba Nightlife

Yesterday night, after a strenuous day of wandering aimlessly around Córdoba's historic downtown, I went out with Simon, Jimena's sister Augustina (a.k.a GuGu) and her Brazilian friend Felipe. At about 10:30pm we went for supper at this neat little place called Alfonsito - good food, and nice atmosphere. Lots of random and interesting stuff hanging from the walls.

And then we wanted to go for a drink somewhere. It was about midnight. But you see, in Argentina, the bars don't start to fill up until about1:30am or 2. And when people go out, they stay out until the sun comes up. It's actually not that bad of a system. You can come home in the evening, take a nap until about midnight, and then get up and go out until 7am. It just takes some getting used to.

So we checked out a couple of places, but it being only around midnight, they were completely empty - not a soul to be seen. But we decided to be those first early-comers and went into a bar called Club 990. This big, cavernous place with cement floors and sort of a mildly hippy reggae vibe - some pictures of Bob Marley on the walls, jazzy paint job, masks hanging on the walls, pool table... The guy at the door told us a rock band and a reggae band would be playing later.

So at about 2:30am the band takes the stage. And I seriously asked myself if Slayer were making a surprise underground performance. They were a metal band, playing super heavy stuff, and really loud. It was hilarious. These guys were INTO it. And more so than most of the people in the club; the clientele was more reggae than metal, and seemed just as peeved as us that the music was so loud it prohibited conversation. So after a couple of "songs" ( if you could call them that) we decided to call it a night.

And in an hour I get on the bus for Buenos Aires! Go east, young man!