The Earthquake at La Piojera

Despite my lack of obligations over the past week, my flatmate A had been busy slogging through translations at her placement in Tobalaba, and deserved some sort of celebratory drink. Upon the suggestion of her fellow interns, we all ventured by metro to La Piojera, a bar on the other side of town (and when I say 'other side of town', I do mean it in that very class-driven way which implies that the 'other side' is much rougher than 'our side'). We were the only 3 remotely blonde girls within a 10 mile radius, which, unsurprisingly, earned us a round of applause as we entered the bar- luckily some of the interns were slightly less conspicuous, otherwise it could have turned into a standing ovation.

Now, the explanation for this sudden desire to visit what was essentially a back room in a Mexican-yellow warehouse was the drinks menu: namely, the famous Terremoto, or Earthquake. This devilish concoction consisted of white wine, Fernet and pineapple icecream- basically, to consume more than 2 would have you rolling on the sawdusted floor. We all managed to finish about 1 and a half to the tune of 'Este Farol no Alumbra' before heading for Bar Constitución medio-curados* to have a boogie with our new Peruvian friends.
Our only regret was going on a Thursday- A had to go to work the next morning!

La Entusiasta
xxx

* medio-curado = half-drunk