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Bariloche
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We went with our class, like every other Argentinian class ready to graduate form highschool, to Bariloche.
I won't focus on the grass, that cool hand job, those two hours in jail or how I chose "bags "when Melissa offered to either pack my bags or "do something else", just a few minutes before leaving. No. I'll focus on what a horrible place to live in Bariloche must be.
Bariloche is one of those beautiful spots on Earth, where nature just dazzles you and makes your urban background shake to its foundations. BUT, Bariloche "city" is systematically bombarded, all year-round with hordes upon hordes of horny, loud, obnoxious teenagers. We all know there's nothing worst in the world than teenagers. They're shit. They've just discovered booze, so they're always testing their limits; they're trying to understand their present and future place in this world, so they make themselves notice by every means conceivable; they've just discovered their penises and their vaginas, so they engage in the most primal territorial pissings, so as to demarcate their territory and secure maximum replication, etc. Teenagers are God's way of saying: - Oh, I fucked up. Can't you guys pull the plug yourselves so I don't have to feel guilty about this mess? -.
And that's what Bariloche is: an Argie teenage Mecca. Hell, in other words. You'd think the price per square meter ought to be a bargain, but no. It's just puzzling.
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