Published: February 18th 2009February 10th 2009
Theoretically, South America is the perfect place for your body to have to get over jet lag: lunch at 3pm; dinner at midnight; where the nightclubs don´t kick off until 2am; and afternoon siestas are a way of life. The reality, however, is quite different.
Waking up any time from three in the morning, I find myself staring out my bedroom window hoping to see the faintest of light approaching the horizon, but there is none. After pretending to sleep for an hour or so more, I have by now woken Geoff, and we decide to grab some breakfast. We walk down to ´Centro´- down town Mar Del Plata, passing numerous bars and nightclubs, still throbbing with music, and find a cafe. With barely a twinge of hunger, we order the set breakfast, which we lament to find consists of three types of bread - dry, toasted and the last type resembling sweet mini croissants. As I digest my miniature cafe con leche, I find myself wondering what day it is, and what happened to the two hour siesta I had planned on fourteen hours ago...
After breakfast, we enter somewhat of a twilight zone, with neither shops, nor
beaches opening for some time. This leaves us walking aimlessly along the esplanade where we pass by groups sitting on the rocks, passing around a guitar, boys playing football in an abandoned square, and a surprise discovery of a cocktail bar hanging tediously over the edge of a cliff, anchored down by trays of coconuts, watermelons and grass sombellas. And it is here that I decide ¨it doesn´t really matter what day it is, but a caipirinhas would be nice right now.¨
And so is happens, you find yourself drinking cocktails at sunrise.
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