Argentina DJ Diary - Gaz Whelan
Friday 17th November 2006

We arrive in Argentina after a flight resembling my Mondays career…..long and turbulent! After checking in at our Hotel me and Kav (I know it should be 'Kav and I,' but we don't converse like that so I'm not writing like that!) set off in search of a 'curry house'. This has become an obsession with us both. Every trip we have made this year from Japan to Denmark we have found an Indian restaurant. This particular 'sortie' has become affectionately known as 'THE ARGIE BAJI HUNT',( fuck off! I refuse to apologise! ) We failed but settled on a small café near the hotel, it was still only 10.30 in the morning!

After several hours sleeping we decided to stroll down to the river yet another search for a curry or other scran. We were attracting some strange glances and mutterings from passers by, Kav with his dark Punjabi skin, large sunglasses and black hair almost blended in but me with my bleached hair, blue eyes and pale Celtic skin did not, I looked like an anaemic albino. We quickly surmised that they thought we were an item!! So we immediately decided on a large Cuban establishment that seemed quite popular.

We were seated at a small rotund table in the centre of the room where we ordered cocktails and wine (big mistake) and began enjoying our food. All was going fine, except for some strange glances and whisperings from the whoop of waiters hovering in the corner until mid-meal the lights suddenly dimmed, candles flickered and a band on a small stage directly in front of us started playing slow romantic salsa ballads, the room had within seconds been transformed in to what can only be described as 'a Valentine's dinner and dance on the LOVE BOAT! Without exchanging glances (this would have been too dangerous) we both called the waiter and proceeded to order two large beers and two very large Cuban cigars both requested in the deepest monotone voices that would have put ARNIE to shame and make him sound like a cross between Woody Allen and Lisa Simpson. We paid la quanta leaving a very masculine tip and left.