El Tauro - Finally a fairly tranquil bar/night club/pool hall. The music changes between Rock Nacionál, Cumbia, and then some form of Spanish electronica-ska... something like that. Its got some reagee beats tossed in and its actually not bad, for this type of border town bar. And the chicas here - aye que WOW! There is also some kinda of long-horn theme going on. All the palstic beer buckets that they serve the national beer - Quilmes, which actually tastes like horse piss - have the fading long-horn logo as well as the orange polo shirts donned by the bar staff. But there are these two other girls behind the bar with low cut pink tops - sans logos - with shiney belts and short, short black mini-skirts. Not really sure what is going on. Danny bails early (as usual), telling me once again that I´m on my own. We both talk incrediously of the day we had today. It really was a great day to be alive.
This has been a smoking holiday to say the least, but I´ll be glad to quit (again) upon my return. The girls in pink on my side of the bar looks bored... like the Robert Frank shot of the girl in the elevator in New York City in the 1950´s. Bored... Now the bartender saddles up along side her and, saying something that lifts here spirits, she returns to her work, this time with a faint smile on her face. Now the band playing Rock Nacionál is singing, ´Que pasa, no hay mas que Fernet con Coca Cola´, which is actually the national drink of Argentina. (TBC...)
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