Salta...kiwis and a club
This post would have been made several days ago, however the entire town of Salta was without internet. I will be recounting my travels by location.For dinner I latched on to this kid, Andrew, from my hostel and we ventured down tot the cool street in Salta to meet his friends. A fantastic move that ensured I had kiwi drinking buddies for the next two days.
The kiwis I met were a riot, and within 10 minutes of meeting them they had recounted their tale of getting drugged and arrested their first night in Argentina and their discovery of all the places to buy coke in Peru.
After a dinner filled with wine and steak we went to another bar, met up with some other travelers and decided to go to a club. Unfortunely this lead a group of 6 of us to a place called Cleopatra.
This was a local joint with horribly tacky Egyptian murals on the walls and it was colder inside than out. Maybe the first clue should have been everyone dancing in jackets.
Day one a success - I made friends, voided taking shots of tequila and being taken home by a girl from Salta.

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