At the beginning of June, 2011, I moved into a 4th floor apartment in the neighborhood of Bellavista. The first night I stayed there, I knew it wasn’t going to work.
During the wee hours of the night, a steady stream of drunks would walk by on the street below, screaming, fighting, crying, and just generally going berzerk. This scene was repeated 6 of the 7 nights during each week. One night teens were fighting with broken bottles at 4 a.m. Another night a group of women were howling like wolves at 5 a.m. At times, the passers-by were so drunk and unsteady that they couldn’t manage to walk on the sidewalk, which was a good 10 feet wide.
Where were all these drunk coming from? There was a disco a block away that was opened Monday night thru Saturday and closed at 5 a.m. This particular disco was frequented by teens of different urban tribes. I thought the teens in the U.S. were weird. One of the tribes is called Pokemon, because they worship Pokemon and cut their hair just like the Japanese anime characters. Muy tanto.
Unfortunately, when I went to check this apartment out, it was on a Sunday at mid-day, one of the quietest times. A lesson learned. Always check out a place at different times a day, like at night during the week.
I didn’t get much sleep in June, and it took it’s toll. By the time I moved out of this place at the beginning of July, I was a wreck.