The night of my last rambling blog, the hostel people took us out to this sweet hole in the wall bar. Literally a hole in the wall. The bar was made up of what used to be an old courtyard, heated with rickety heat lamps. To get in you had to push through two shabby doorways covered by heavy plastic strips hanging down, you push through them the way cars push through those things at car washes. I was sure that we were sneaking in the back way or something, but no, that was the main entrance. There was no advertising
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