Another establishment storing the cleaning utensils in the urinal.Somewhere in B. Galerías we met a rather drunk young man called Fernando, and together we went looking for open bars at 3 a.m. We found this one, about one block away from la esquina de los mariachis, where you can hire mariachis, buy drugs or simply sit down and inhale glue till you pass out.
The bar in question was much like la esquina, but without the mariachis. It had no sign, just a doorbell. Inside we counted seven persons sleeping, five persons sending a pipe around between them, and about twenty guys looking gloomily around. No women here, except the ones the owner kept in a room in the back and let out if a guest had special needs. We stayed untill Fernando began to loudly insist that he was a tourist from Leicester, although he is in fact a literature student from Bogotá.
Probably the seediest bar the IWCRP has ever visited.
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