Bar/Cafe/Kiosk that Sells Everything...

The following is nothing but silly random notes from my dairy. Just 40 minutes of beer consumption whilst waiting for Ali. And for some reason, I was inspired to write about it...

While Ali remains typing her money away at the internet cafe across the road, I decided to drink mine away instead. Frankly, I have blogged and emailed for as long as I can bare. I felt it was time to switch mediums. So now I am writing. I am sitting at a bar/cafe/kiosk that offers everything from bubble gum to whisky. And, yes, those wafer thin sandwiches plus all the tools you would require to drink Argentinian tea through a metal straining straw. So I am alone sitting at the bar on a stool. I'm drinking Brahma beer. I just turned the bottle around to get the correct spelling. I think I might be drunk. Or bored. I don't normally write about these trivial sorts of events but I suppose it's about time I did start writing about them. You're probably more interested in the little things than the big things. I mean, who cares about that ancient church across the street? I think the woman who owns this bar/cafe/kiosk is far more interesting. She's just sitting there in front of me. At her command station. The till where she collects all the money and issues the orders. She's big as well. Really big. Like an over-inflated...human shaped baloon. Why am I writing this? Oh, that's right, I'm bored! So I'm drinking Brahma beer (it's called cerveza in Spanish) and I'm writing in my black spiral bound note book. When I'm not writing I'm looking at the fat woman in front of me. I like her. Ali and I have been here before. We arrived this morning to buy our bus tickets to Santa Fe from this very bus terminal. We have been here all day. Just blogging and emailing until it's finally time to leave Corrientes. We ate breakfast sitting at this exact same bar. Spoke to the exact same fat woman (except she wore different clothes. Interesting. She changed! Why?) and even managed to have an interesting conversation about football. At least it would have been interesting if I understood a word she said and was actually interested. She was recalling some ancient World Cup game when Argentina beat England with a controversial goal by Maradonna. Urghh. They love him here. Well, my beer has ran out. Where it has ran to I do not know. Should I have another? Yes, "una mas cerveza por favor...y una migas jamon y queso." Yes, I'll have one of those wafer thin sarnies as well. Mmm. They cut the crust off too. So, I'm sitting here watching. Observing the activities taking place before me. People buying bus tickets. People coming and going at this bar/cafe/kiosk that sells everything. Apparently I'm the only permanent member of the bar. The man who was next to me finished his (rather large) glass of red wine and 3 empanadas in just five minutes. Then off he went. Where? I don't know. I'm wondering what's in store for us next. I know the bus journey to Santa Fe will be long. 10 hours I think. Then what? Will Santa Fe be as sassy as I'm hoping it will be. Is 'sassy' even a good thing? What is 'sassy' exactly? This sandwhich reminds me of the sarnies my Mum used to make me for school. Except bigger. White bread with the crusts cut off. Ham and cheese sandwiched and seperated by 3 layers of bread. I don't know how, or why for that matter, they make the slices so big. I mean, did they think it would be novel or something. The fat lady didn't make them. Nor did any of the men who are serving people like me sitting at the bar. How do I know this? I know this because I just saw the delivery being made. Pre-manufactured and sealed in packs of 1, 2, 3...10. Packs of 10! They're wafer thin. It's halarious. I tell you what though, this beer is going down a treat. And the sandwiches too. Both of them seem to go hand in hand. It's starting to get dark now. Not long til the bus leaves. I wonder when Ali is going to get here. I swear she writes like she talks. Lots!