This is my idea of a good picture. The club was on the beach and if you sat out back the ocean almost touch the retaining wall. On the other side were the massive cliffs that separate the beach from the city. I do however realize that I need to learn how to dance down here. If South Americans aren't dancing they are not living.
When I made it back to Loki Hostel my "friends" decided to reopen the bar for one last hurrah. I hate/love them for it. I will always remember working there.
