Last night we had dinner at 12:45 A.M. (yep, that´s technically breakfast), and the restaurant was packed. At 4 A.M. there were still lines out the door to get in to clubs. Long lines; the kind where you get that sinking feeling that this isn´t going to be your night. But nobody seemed to mind. I asked a cabbie when the people of Buenos Aires sleep, and he lauged:
Nunca.
Fair enough, but how do people function on this kind of schedule? Here´s the deal (and this took a while to figure out): grab your watch and set it backward by 3 hours. That´s the only way to make sense of it.
8 A.M. is really 5 A.M., as the hue of the morning sun makes apparent. 11 P.M. (when most people have dinner here) is really 8 P.M. And 6 A.M. (when most people go home from the clubs) is really 3 A.M. (a more sensible).
But you have to hand it to the porteños: they know how to party. I took our small group to a local salsa hotspot which happened to have the best salsa dancing I´ve seen outside my home´s local salsa group.
And I´ve got 3 more days to burn here before flying home. God help me.
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