monte video's 24-degree chaos: wifi, weird vibes, and a whole lot of humidity
i woke up to that sticky 24-degree weather, which honestly felt like the city was trying to hand me a lukewarm water bottle. 24.74 degrees is one of those numbers that sounds perfect until you realize it’s coupled with 91% humidity. that’s when the air starts acting like it’s been spiked with mango juice and regret. i sat in a café for three hours yesterday just because the seagulls kept stealing my half-eaten empanada. they don’t even let me finish it. bad nesting instincts or what?
walking through monte video’s streets feels like navigating a giant vibrating disco ball. neon signs, wet pavement from earlier rain, and that smell ofwet concrete mixed with old pizza dough from some street vendor’s cart. i passed a guy wearing a vintage shirt that looked like it belonged to my grandpa’s roommate. he was holding a skateboard and muttering about how the city’s secret spot is a abandoned radio tower. i don’t know if that’s true, but i did ask him if i should bring an umbrella. he said no. ‘just roll’ was his answer. classic.
someone told me that the old harbor district is haunted by a guy in a straw hat who plays harpsichord at 3 am. i didn’t believe it until i saw a sticky note on a bench that read ‘harpsichord 3am-no refunds.’ maybe it’s a prank. maybe it’s real. the neighbors don’t seem to care either. if you get bored, buenos aires is a short drive away. but why leave when the city feels like it’s holding its breath?
i drove to the beach last weekend and spotted this random wifi hotspot named ‘yoyo_h predetermined’. i connected it and bing-five-star reviews from 2024 for a spot called ‘la escudo de plata.’ turns out it’s just a dumpster with a tesla coil. weird. i did end up finding a solid spot for coffee at *Café de Luna*, but their ‘espresso’ tasted like someone steeped it in a toilet. don’t let anyone trick you with their ‘24-hour’ sign. it shuts down at midnight. really.
the weirdest part? my neighbor across the street, who i’ve never met, keeps feeding pigeons with what i assume is chili powder. i tried asking, but they just yelled ‘vamos, gallo!’ in spanish and rode off on a bike. pigeons are now my workout buddies. i rook them for snacks. true story. if you’re into that kinda thing.
links? obviously. tripadvisor monte video was how i found the harpsichord rumor. yelp café de luna if you want to gamble on coffee. and monte video forums for that pigeon-garlic chicken concept. you’ll thank me later.
one last thing: i bought a waterproof journal because of this weather. turns out it was unnecessary. all i wrote was ‘it’s muggy. also, the telesa website is broken.’ but at least i have a proof of that revelation.
here are some random photos from my chaos:
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