Pasion, making le sandwich, rumba siii and The search for Emelio

The night before last I experienced my first party at Milhouse hostel. Over the past few days, I've met some amazing people in the hostel from all corners of the globe. In my room, there are six people and every few days people come and go and I feel that room 308 is a real and true microcosm of Buenos Aires at its heart and soul - a very cosmopolitan, multicultural and eclectic city. That and it knows how to bloody get down and party! 

On Wednesday, Eva (from Germany), Carla (from Brazil), Dave and Siobhan (from Ireland), Ben (from New Zealand) and Mary-Clare (from Malta) and Hannah (Brixton - let's be fair, that's a country all its  own with how they act, the aliens from South London) and I all met for a great party at my hostel. Buenos Aires doesn't come alive until atleast midnight and people rarely go clubbing until about 2am. Insomniacs much. New York can kiss Buenos Aires' ass, the city that never sleeps is definitely south side. 

The cocktails in the hostel are lethal. Imagine paint-stripper with a twist of lemon and you're nearly there. Needless to say, 30 pesos later (£5.50) I was pretty wasted. Hannah literally couldn't move. We then commenced the dance time.  For those of you that have seen me dance, you know how it goes. Bit of the bollywood, bit of the hips, bit of the side-step. Torture for my companeros as you can imagine. But I was having a nice time. My logic was this : when in Buenos Aires, with people you are probably never going to see again, who cares if you look like a demented chicken on the dancefloor, be proud of your dance moves, glorious dance moves. And now I sound like that butter advert, which is apt seeing as I was proper greasy after all the dancing. Especially after Hannah crashed into me causing me to pour my drink all down my jeans. Nice. 

Clockwise from Top - Eva, Jernej, Sam and Carla at Milhouse party

Yesterday, I met a new guy in my room. His name is Jernej and he is from Slovenia. Prepare yourself for an amazing story that if I'm honest warrants either a six week storyline in Eastenders or a trashy true movie on Sky.  Jernej is a lovely guy from Slovenia, who endured a Kiwi woman in our room telling him that his country make amazing fridges. She then proceeded to confuse Solvenia and Slovakia. Racism much. Anyway, Jernej has been travelling around South America, like alot of the people at Milhouse. He came to Buenos Aires from Santiago, Chile, where he fell in love with Emelio, a Chilean guy that he met at a disco. He only knew Emelio for four days but tells me there is a long lasting connection. Emelio spoke no English or Slovene and Jernej speaks no Spanish apart from the one set phrase 'Mi corazon late por ti' or 'my heart beats for you' in English. Apparently a mutual friend of theirs translated their initial courtship. I like to think of this situation as a better alternative to the film Dear John. Maybe it can be the sequel. Dear Jernej. It has a slight ring to it, I feel. 

Yesterday evening, I was on Skype in the hostel common room to a very special person and then I was abruptly interrupted by this beautiful Tango temptress. She dragged me downstairs to the main lobby and told me that they were short of men to do the tango class. Yes, I did my first tango lesson. Carla and I, after many insane attempts finally managed to get it and then we all had to perform the steps to each other. It was a great experience, if a little dangerous for Carla who had to trust me to lead her around the room, like some sort of clumsy drunk at a wedding. Our tango teacher called the steps 'making le sandwich' for whenever there was a particularly sexy step. Sexy? Me? Just call me Mustafa, Sam Mustafa. You can see it now, can't you? Me with a rose between my teeth, in a black traje under the spotlight of the moon...you can't? Oh, you can? But you just don't want to. Fair enough. Poor Carla though, she didn't have a choice. 

Anyway, I went to another party last night at the other Milhouse hostel - there are two in Buenos Aires as it was Eva's last night in Argentina. We wern't going to go, but Eva is persuasive. Jernej, Carla and I were in our pyjamas and it took her all of two minutes to convince us that lethal cocktails, more crazy dancing and screaming our lungs off to a remix of Love Shack and Calle Ocho was the way to go. She managed to persuade Jernej by convincing him that Emelio would be there. So off we went to find Jernej's soulmate. Sadly, he was no where to be seen. He was there in spirit though. 

Milhouse Party

Today, I went to Barracas to view a flat. I met Paul who walked me through San Telmo, which is the neighbourhood where Jorge Luis Borges wrote. Its full of amazing antique shops, galleries, bohemian cafes and I can't be sure if I'm correct in saying this in terms of the area's history, but it felt distinctly French. After feeling this French je ne sais quoi, I immediately realised why I loved it so much. It's like Paris, but without the Parisians. The flat was nice, if a little small and I'd have to share a room, but that wouldn't bother me so much with such a nice guy. He invited me out to meet his friends, even if I don't come to live with him, which was nice. I tell you, I can't get over how friendly the people are here. 

Anyway, there is another essay for you. For all of you that have kept reading and are keeping up with my blog, mi corazon late por ti. 

Besitos xxx