Going out in Buenos Aires (can be hard work)

So we went out this weekend.

Started at Gran Bar Danzon, a 'seriously sexy bar'. And it WAS. Cool interiors, nicely lit, interesting choice of lounge music, pretty waiters. Epitome BsAs. We'll be back.

Next on the list was Milion, that home of some rich guy who after the 2001 economic crisis no longer could finance living in in a 300 m2 house and turned it into a bar. So they say. Huge house with balconies, garden in the back and lots of rooms filled with... young-ish tourists.

If we saw too many foreigners at Milion, Palacio Alsina was a very different teacup. A massive queue outside when we arrived (although still quite early, around 2 am) but it turned out if we paid the entrance of 40 pesos we could walk straight in. 1000+ Argentine teens and a group of Japanese glowstick characters were filling the floors of the massive ex-cathedral. Impressive sight, but slightly scary with all these teenagers on techno. Seemed to be part of the local flavour to sniff something that was passed around in what looked like hankies. But we didn't feel it was the time to be culturally explorative.

Then of to Cocoliche which was a little too bunker-like basement room getting filled by boys and a heavy repetitive techno.

Hmmm, maybe something more main-stream would better provide for our Saturday party quest? We decided to head for Mint - The Super-Club. BUT arriving there it turned out that it had been closed down(?)

As a last resort and since we were in the area and nothing else is in that area, we turned to Pacha. Hmm. The car park outside was filled by BMWs and Audis and huge Mercedes(es). I even saw one with a waiting chauffeur in it. There was no queue. The clientele turned out to be seriously off-their-tits tourists in flipflops and shorts (think Scandinavian blondes and their bearded companions) stumbling around rich kid argentinos and the place was just strangely suburban and the music not really getting anywhere for very long.

A taxi-driver who surely is an F1 driver in his day-job drove us home in 12 minutes.

(And An, we went to Olsen for brunch on Sunday afternoon.)