Boys Last Hooray!!!
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Reunited with the boys on the streets of Colombia I found myself in familar territory once again, on a mission to find some op shop clothes! Having walked for most the day already I was tempted to wait at the hostel but the boys were brimming with excitement, frothing at the prospect of some good dressups so I thought I owed it to them as a mate to accompany them on such a fine journey! 3 hours later we were still wondering the streets in our normal get up, no op shop found only some home-style ice cream which in the end made the journey worth while!
Simon (our adopted english boy who has been travelling with us for about 3 months) was shattered he lives for dressups because his theory is ¨if you you look stupid, you act stupid and if your acting stupid then your having a bloody good time.
The place was absolutely pumping but the weird thing was that when you bought a drink you had to buy the entire btl! Not knowing this I ordered a round of tequilla´s and you guess it got a whole bottle for my troubles! The locals here froth on tequilla probably more than the Mexicans and were stoked to see the gringoes smashing a btl but not the traditional way, we were suciding our shots! For those who dont know what suciding is a quick run down: it is like lick, sip and suck but instead you snort the salt then shot the tequilla followed by squeezing the lemon in your eye! Honestly it is a stupid thing to do but the specticle is rather amusing so before long we had half the pub attempting sucide shots most walking away with teary eyes or sneezing salt everywhere! Our fun was cut short by the bar manager who thought we were lining up coke on her bar instead of salt but by then everyone was well and truly HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY!!!
The next logical step after smashing two bottles of Tequilla was to hit the D-floor and mingle with the locals! After about 5 minutes Duggo got a congo line started and for the next half an hour we congoed our way all around the pub, upstairs, downstairs behind the bar irt was hilarious not even on home soil have I been involved in such a big congo line inside a club! The Colombians just love to have fun and kept joining the line by the end of it over 50 ppl were congoing around absolute classic.
Now dont for a second think we ended our night there, we are not that dramatic, it was still way too early so we partied on until the bar closed! After we headed to another club which was miles from our hostel! In Colombia your gringo star status counts for nothing because the locals can look exactly like you! The amazing melting pot of people in a relatively small country is incredible there were blonde hair blue eyed colombians, fair skin, dark skin, black hair people with green eyes anything and everything!! To put it bluntly WE DID NOT STAND OUT for looks but as soon as we opened our mouths ohh another clumsy spanish speaking gringo!!! Being used to standing out throughout most of Sth America and getting stuff given to you for being a gringo as a gesture for visiting ones´ country, it came as a bit of a surprise when we couldnt get into the night club for free! We refused to pay $20 to enter for only two hours so we were left high on dry on the street! Now this is where most nights come to an end oh no not ours we were determined to have one last beer together so we pestered a few locals to try and fine a bar with free entry ¨donde esta discotek entrada no dinero?¨
Our broken spanished seemed to work (so we thought) and this guy lead us around for about 20 minutes until we reached this dingy little side alley place with bouncers out the front! I couldnt hear any music and was like this better not be a set up to get robbed but when he opened the door out blared a few beats and the place was fullen laden with marble floors and walls totally not what we were expecting! For a second I thought we had scored until we reached the bar and realise the dude had taken us to a whorehouse, we were the only dudes there! Simon was like well we can still have our last beer at least just dont touch anyone or it will cost ya.
Jumped into this cab the cabbie told us he knew where our hostel was, no problem sit back relax he even put on gringo music for us! An hour later we found ourselves getting pulled out of the cab by military personal with huge guns and the cabbie accusing us of trying to rip him off claiming we owed him $US200! Our hostel was nowhere nearby and the cab ride was only meant to cost $US10 so it was on!!!! What worked in our favour is that the cabbie thought we knew no spanish and flat out lied to the military officers to make them extract money from us. For some miraculous reason you speak near perfect spanish when your drunk probably french too, so when I show the army dude that he had disconnected his meter and was in possession of our hostel card with the address, the cabbies little scam went to SHIT, to say the least! Realising he had be out smarted by drunken gringoes the dude got physical and attacked simon jumping on him trying to scratch and hit him, as i went to intervened a big army grabbed me pull me away and as easy as pulling two little children apart ripped the dude off simon´s back! We exchange swear words in spanish, taunted each other then the cabbie took it to the next level and threaten to shoot us! Now while we were with the army dudes this was no problem but when walking back in the streets well, so we reluctantly threw $10 at him and told him to.
So to wrap this saga up it took us about 2 hours to find our hostel by foot from where the cabbie threw us out, every taxi that went by we were in the shadows hiding kinda spooky but we finally made it home just on sunrise. So the last Hooray was defineately one for the ages, see you around boys CHEERS TO US!!!! YEAWWWTTTT!