Buenos Aires: Nightlife

So finally arrived in Buenos Aires after a couple of very very long drives. Instantly loved BA due to its European feel - a lot like Barcelona. After the bushcamps I was soooo excited to be met with an ensuite room. Running water, hot shower, A BED and real towels -not the shammy leathers called travel towels that move water around without actually drying anything. Yeah, they´re quick drying because they never get bloody wet.....anyway.

Five hair shampoos later and I'm throwing on the bling because tonight is party night! We have 3 birthdays to celebrate within the group while we stay in BA.

We all gather in the Irish bar (cliché I know but not a personal choice) and head off to get dinner, all in different taxis, the drivers of which thought racing each other was fun - they drive CRAZY here. No one eats till 11pm or later here so nights are always long. Massive carcasses hang over a real fire in the restaurant entrance and when the steak came I thought Ollie had made a mistake and ordered a whole cow. Veggies beware - if I see another lettuce leaf as the only non-steak option I'm going to punch someone.

The restaurant provided entertainment with a dodgy 80s soft rock cover band and by the time the cakes came out we must have drank enough wine to sink a small ship. Conga round the table while avoiding the flying cream cake (team Oz got a bit excited), followed by a cheesy club rounded off a great first night. Good job we sat outside otherwise we may have been barred. By the way the majority of people on this trip are over 30 so don't blame the young ones!

The second big birthday celebration happened a couple of nights later. Not to let one team member feel left out all of us accompanied him to a gay club. Brilliant night, first a drag show followed by some wicked tunes. However I now have my doubts about Ollie, he was the first one on the stage in the club, the one dragging birthday boy up there and although birthday boy confesses to being camp - he had nothing on Ollie. When we woke the next afternoon, 4 separate people asked me how "dancing queen" was. Go figure.

So how do I cheer myself up? I'm in BA darling...shop shop shop. My whole clubbing outfit- bling, shoes, belt, dress cost me £15. I love this city. I need a new bag now though - mine won't close.