6-weeks in Buenos Aires, or “How I learned to love Brazilians”

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Two months ago, I relocated to Buenos Aires. I’d been wanting to take a break from the States for a long time, had met my travel budgetary goal months prior, and all of my work could be done remotely. The stage was set. I bought a RT ticket to depart on September 15th, with a December 12th return date. But… I actually ended up writing this post from Denver and San Francisco, as I had to come back six weeks early for the upcoming book launch. Some of this stuff just needs to be done from within the U.S.

While I came back quite a bit earlier than anticipated, I still returned with six weeks-worth of cultural observations and fun stories.  This post contains the experiences that I think you all will find to be the most entertaining.  There are no marketing musings to be found here; just a self-indulgent post with some fun travel tales.

And Brazilian girls. Lots of Brazilian girls.


10 Random Observations from B.A.

(1)  If you’re trying to practice Spanish, a lot of Argentines will notice your accent / poor pronunciation and start speaking back to you in their broken English. They think they’re doing you a favor by speaking in your native language, but they’re actually handicapping your ability to learn. Ironically, it’s your English that actually gets worse as a result of these interactions, as you’re constantly having to dumb it down so it makes sense to them. The best way to counter this, which I discovered way too late, is to reply back in rapid, slang-riddled English. Kind of like the jive conversation in Airplane! Basically, you need to confuse them so they revert back to Spanish out of necessity. Then you can proceed.

(2)  You can order delivery from damn near every restaurant in BA (aside from the high end ones). Even Burger King delivers. A cool site you can use to get food delivered to your door is Buenos Aires Delivery.  It’s a fantastic service for English and Spanish speakers that’s run by its gringo creators in BA.

(3)  Need to get around the city but don’t want to keep paying for cab rides? Use this map, which will tell you all the different public transportation routes you can take to get from A to B.  This map is actually better than Google Maps, for Buenos Aires anyways.

(4)  I checked out a bunch of backpacker hostels around the city, and only a couple are worth mentioning:  (a) If you’re young, single, and wanting to meet fun people your age, go to Milhouse on Hipolito Yrigoyen. Constant partying (literally every night), plenty of good people, and lots of cute girls. There’s another Milhouse on Avenida de Mayo but it’s not as good.  (b) If you need a nice hostel that’s quiet and will help you relax, check out Portal del Sur just down the street. Gorgeous place that feels like a home. (Thanks to Maneesh for the recommendation).

(5)  If you’re looking to rent an apartment, get one in Palermo Hollywood or Palermo Soho. Lots of awesome restaurants nearby and really fun nightlife. I do not recommend getting a place in Congreso, as you will get very bored very quickly. Recoleta is pretty nice, but it’s for an older crowd with more money. There are other parts of the city that are legit, but I think Palermo is the best bang for your buck.  Use this site to find flats with roommates, or this site to find apartments if you want to live alone.  This site also has great prices, but appears to only work when you’re in Argentina.

(6)  Two touristy restaurants that are worth it: La Cabrera in Palermo, and El Desnivel in San Telmo. Order any of the enormous steaks at the former, and get bife de lomo pimienta at the latter.  Great steaks for $12 to $20.

(7)  On a related note: if you’re a vegetarian, do not go to Buenos Aires. You will fail. There’s fantastic beef everywhere you go – literally some of the best cuts in the world – and very few restaurants have decent vegetables. A Peruvian friend of mine was a vegan before going to BA, and she quit after a week and a half of eating house salads. I’m not a vegetarian, but having access to quality vegetables was one of the things I was looking most forward to upon returning to the States. There was one week where I went to four different restaurants and ordered a side of espinaca (spinach) from each of their menus. On all four occasions, the waiter would return to the table minutes later, and say they didn’t have spinach. This was not a coincidence. Vegetables just aren’t as commonly served. Expect to eat plenty of bread and meat.

(8)  Nightclubs: I’m a firm believer that you can always have fun, even if a place is terrible, if you’re with good company. You can also have a terrible time, even at the best place in the world, if you’re with a lame group of people. You shouldn’t worry as much about where you’re going, but rather who you’re with and whether they’re on the same energy plane as you. Having said that, the nightlife in Buenos Aires is pretty sweet. Even though I never go to clubs in the States, there are a couple clubs that are worth checking out (and a few you should avoid):

–  Crobar = Recommended. I had a blast every time I went there. It’s a huge place, the music is fun, there are tons of people, and it’s an overall good vibe.

– Asia de Cuba = Worth seeing once. A really nice club set on a river, but it’s pretty small and they charge crack prices for drinks. More of an upscale crowd, which isn’t really my thing, meng.

– Pacha = NOT recommended. This is apparently a very famous club all around the world. Well, the one in BA sucks. The music is intolerably trance-y, there are tons of guys wearing sunglasses, and it’s a dude-fest. Skip.

– Jet = I heard so many great things that I have to mention it. Right down the street from Pacha, Jet is supposedly awesome. I didn’t get a chance to check it out, but all of my friends gave it the unanimous thumbs up.

– Servino = Imagine only listening to bass music – not drums, just bass – for two hours straight. Pretty awful, right? Now surround yourself with 80 people who are dancing to it on acid.

(9)  This next observation is worth mentioning because it’s a hilariously accurate stereotype: Every young Australian guy I met who was traveling through South America either knew where to get cocaine, was currently holding, or was doing it on the reg. All of them raved about the book “Marching Powder” and planned on visiting the infamous prison in Bolivia, where guards give you a tour of the jail and allow you to purchase cocaine from one of the prisoners. Now, I’m not saying that all Aussie guys are rabid cokeheads. In fact, the majority of them were a lot of fun to drink with and very cool people. But it was clear that doing coke was a big priority for them while they were in South America.

(10)  My favorite thing about Argentina, and I suppose South America in general, is how affectionate people are towards each other. You don’t shake hands – you embrace and give a quick peck on the cheek. You don’t hide Public Displays of Affection – they’re completely acceptable. I dig this, and feel that it’s a much healthier vibe. Generally speaking, I think the US is a pretty sexually repressed country. South Americans do not hesitate to touch or kiss each other, and they lack any feeling of awkwardness about it.

Ah, Brazilian girls

You know how your money goes further in some countries? Well, so does your ability to attract the opposite sex. I knew this intuitively, but had never actually experienced it. Prior to Argentina, my only true international experience had been four months studying abroad in New Zealand. While I’d had a great time there, I never met a Kiwi girl that I’d want to bring home to introduce to my family and friends.

The dynamic was completely different in Buenos Aires, where I met tons of girls from all over South America: Peru, Colombia, Paraguay, Argentina, and my personal favorite… Brazil. I’m only going to talk about the latter, as I spent significantly more time with them than all the others.

The first thing you should know about Brazilian girls is that they are very quick to jump down your throat. I’ve seen guys walk up to them and be passionately making out within 30 seconds of meeting, to the extent that it looks like they’re going to rip each other’s clothes off right in front of you. This is not an exaggeration.

I say this wearily now, almost jaded by the fact. But there was a brief period when I could barely comprehend it. Here’s how I first made the discovery:

About a week after arriving in Buenos Aires, I went to Crobar with two Brazilian girls I’d met earlier that night. We were walking through the crowd towards the bar, when I noticed a random Argentine girl making eye contact with me from about 10 feet away. Because I’m a weirdo, I always have to lock eye contact with people who do this to me until they look down (submission, baby!) But as I walked past, this girl did not break. She just kept staring. Filled with shame for having been bested by a Porteña, I broke eye contact and continued to walk with my Brazilian amigas (normally I would have stopped and talked to the girl, but my Spanish was nonexistent). One of the Brazilian girls turned back to me:

Her: “She liked you.”

Me: “I think so. That was kind of intense.”

Her: “You should have walked up and kissed her.”

Me: “… Uhh, I think you’re forgetting that I don’t speak Spanish.”

Her: “That does not matter.”

Me: “… As much as I enjoy the taste of pepper spray, I’m pretty sure I’d need to lead up a bit before kissing a complete stranger.”

Her: [Confused look, shrug]

We stepped up to the bar, got in line, and another random Brazilian girl walked up to us a minute later. What followed was our EXACT interaction, verbatim:

Random: “Hola! De donde eres?”

Me: “Soy de Colorado.”

Random: “Ah, Colorado!” [Smile, lunge to make out]

Apparently, that’s all the lead up you need.

It was the first time I had experienced this social norm of making-out-before-talking. I was so taken aback by it that I couldn’t help but start laughing after a few seconds. Naturally, the girl swiftly ran off, as she thought I was laughing at her.

When I asked my Brazilian guy friend the next day what the deal was, he explained it as such: “Why would they want to make small talk in a club? There’s plenty of time for that later on… It’s not uncommon in Brazil to kiss five girls in one night.”

Brilliant. The Brazilian girls operated with the American guys’ mentality! I remember thinking that if Neil Strauss had grown up in Brazil, his best-selling book “The Game” would have never been written. This theory crystallized in my brain as “fact” later that week…

I had just met two very cute Brazilian girls in a loud bar. When presented with similar situations in the States, I’d often speak with the less attractive of the two first, while making the other girl wait. It’s a strange counter-intuitive step in the dance, but it helps more often than not. So after a minute or so of this, I went to talk to the other Brazilian. She introduced herself, then said, “You like my friend?” I shrugged, and said “Sure,” thinking she was just making polite conversation.  Her response: “You need to kiss her then.” I leaned back with a confused look. She nodded assuredly and gestured for me to make the move. Lesson: There’s not as much need for strategically sequenced conversations or all the other mind-gaming nonsense with Brazilian girls. If you see a girl you like, be direct and go for it.

This “Cut to the chase” mentality was not reserved to the girls; Brazilian guys were just as bad, if not worse, in many instances. This one time, I’d been sitting in the hostel lobby working on my computer, when a Brazilian guy approached a couple of blond Aussie girls. Immediately after introducing himself, he pleaded them to kiss each other. I found this amusing, as he made no segue into the request. He also said it with a fairly serious delivery, clearly expecting them to comply. When they resisted, he purposefully moved in to kiss the taller one. She turned him down as he was reaching to grab her face. He tried and failed two more times, then finally accepted defeat. I looked down at my cell phone. It was 1:00pm.  Good lord.

Witnessing this aggressive behavior from Brazilians was pretty great, but what made it so much fun were three other ingredients, the first being a well-known stereotype. (1) Brazilian girls are, in many cases, extremely good-looking. My attraction to nearly all of them ranged between “Aww she’s adorable” to “Stunning… gorgeous… most attractive girl I’ve ever seen.” (2) They’re really sweet and friendly. This was what made it lethal for me; a beautiful girl who’s also genuinely sweet is my Achille’s heel. In the six weeks I was down there, I never had an interaction with a Brazilian girl where I thought, “Man, she’s kind of a bitch” (comparatively speaking, there were plenty of Argentine, Aussie, American and English girls who repeatedly triggered that judgment). Perhaps I was wearing rose-colored lenses around Brazilians, but they were all (even the guys) very warm, happy, and fun to be around. (3) Brazilian girls REALLY like guys with non-brown eyes and non-black hair. Having green eyes has never helped me in the States. Ever. It’s just not a big deal – they’re common. But for Brazilians, green and blue eyes are very rare, and therefore remarkable.

[Note from my friend Colin at expat-chronicles.com“I learned what a novelty my blue eyes were in Latin America soon after arriving in Peru. I was having lunch with a few university girls and the conversation switched to my eyes. The girls talked about and analyzed my blue eyes for a full few minutes. One said she “loved” the color and the way they blink. I’m a moderately handsome guy, so such attention was something new for me.

After getting accustomed to it, it’s no longer surprising when strangers comment on them in the street. Old women, young women, all kinds of women compliment my blue eyes. One woman smiled and said “escaparon del cielo.” They escaped from the sky (or heaven depending on the translator).”]

The beauty of this equation can’t be fully appreciated until you compare it with home.

Now, Colorado girls are very down-to-earth and genuinely good people, and I say this with 100% sincerity. I don’t dislike them at all. It’s just very rare to come across a girl in my home state whom I have a strong primal attraction towards. There aren’t a whole lot of them, and the scarcity can be exhausting.

Compared with Brazilians: high concentration of stunning girls with warm/friendly personalities, and when there was a mutual attraction, they were frequently the aggressors. To top it off, they never once held it against me for showing affection early, as they often did it themselves without batting an eye.  This was an immensely refreshing change.

So, America or Brazil… Tough choice, but for now, my vote lies with Brazil.

Leaving the candy store

If it’s not painfully obvious by now, I fell in lust with a lot of the girls I met in Buenos Aires.  Yet there were two in particular that stood out, with whom I felt a stronger connection with.  I don’t say this very often, but I could have pictured myself dating either one.

The first is worth mentioning because she was so gorgeous that other guys in the hostel, whom she’d never met, were approaching her with flowers and gifts. She was a lethal combo: beautiful, really affectionate, and not clingy.  She also taught me that Brazilian girls flip the hell out if you give them a playful slap on their ass in public. It’s a big no-no if you put a hand on that area, even briefly, when you’re around other people.  Strange, but consider yourself warned.

The second girl was a very intelligent, sweet, and passionate architecture student, who was obsessed with Jack Kerouac and raved about the quality of American literature. She was easily in my top 3 favorite people I met. I still talk with her regularly, and she recently sent me what’s probably one of the best messages I’ll ever receive: “Num deserto de almas também desertas, uma alma especial reconhece de imediato a outra” (“In a desert of empty souls, a special soul immediately recognizes another.”)


I would be remiss if I didn’t mention what you’re getting into with Brazil.  Almost every American I spoke with about Brazil, including people who grew up there, said something to this effect: “Brazil is f-ing dangerous.  If you look the way you do (light hair, green eyes) and clearly don’t speak Portuguese, you are a sitting duck.”  A friend of mine told me he had 3-4 near death experiences while he was there.  Another said his family was robbed a minimum of six times per year growing up, a la gun to the face. But then again, I’ve heard several others say things like “I backpacked there for 12 weeks and didn’t have any problems.”  Obviously, people have varying degrees of luck during their travels, but based on everything I’ve heard, planning a trip to Rio is not something to take lightly.

I’ve never been to Brazil, of course, but I’d imagine there’s a lot of truth to this statement: “You can either have expensive and safe, or cheap and dangerous.”


Argentina was not all rainbows and kittens for me. I had countless failures with females, including a disastrous 3-hour blind date with a psychotic Porteña, among others. But one particular incident is burned into my memory…

One day, a New Yorker checked in to the hostel I was staying in. He was a good guy who wanted to experience the infamous nightlife and cut loose from the drudgery of his Wall Street job. When we went to the club, he brought along a Brazilian girl whom he’d met earlier that night. As he was dancing with her, I looked across the room and saw an incomprehensibly stunning Argentine girl, dressed in very provocative clothing. The most beautiful girl I’d seen in months was a mere 40 feet away, talking and drinking with her girl friend. I walked over, took note of her fake breasts, said ‘hola’ to them (the girls, not the breasts), and the three of us started dancing together. I danced close to her, we exchanged seductive looks with one another, and I quickly became intoxicated by her beauty.

Ten minutes later, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see ol’ New York, grinning from ear-to-ear, with the Brazilian under his arm. “She’s got something to tell you, bud.” I looked to the Brazilian, who leaned towards me and nervously mumbled a line I’ll never forget:

“I don’t know how to say… Not all girls are girls.

It took about 10 seconds for me to register what she was implying. New York cracked up as the look on my face shifted from confusion to pure terror.

I didn’t have the sense of humor or presence of mind to calmly turn around and give her the Dundee test.  So in a drunken haze, I made a mad dash for the exit. If I couldn’t tell guys from girls – nay, if I was actively trying to seduce transsexuals – it was time to call it a night. I went back to the hostel, took a cold shower, then lay awake for an hour, wondering how “This chick might be a dude” never once crossed my mind. What an amazingly convincing surgery.

Thankfully, I did not kiss her/him, but I got close enough to do psychological damage.

The open-mic

I stayed in Milhouse hostel for a while, which typically had about 150-200 residents, ages 18 to 27, on any given night. Every Sunday, they’d have a “jam session” where a local band would come in and play from 11pm to 1am. Everyone would sit around, drink a few beers, and listen to the band before going out to the clubs. It was pretty fun, and they allowed anyone to get up and play.

I’ve been playing guitar for about four years now, but I’d never played in front of strangers. Guitar has always been something I did by myself, for my own amusement. So on jam night, I had no intention of performing… until I heard the Indian.

He ran up and grabbed the guitar, sat down with a smile, then looked around and realized how big the group actually was. You could see his confidence drain within seconds. He was so nervous and awkward when he started playing that people had to restrain their laughter. I felt kind of bad for the guy, but even more than that, I felt a need to destroy him. No matter how poorly I played, I would sound ten times better than I actually was if I immediately followed his embarrassing performance. So, courtesy of impulsivity, alcohol, and a sweaty Indian kid, I found myself playing and singing Tom Petty’s “Running Down a Dream” in front of 60 drunken travelers.

When the song was over, I barely had a chance to blink before the band’s lead singer ran up to me: “Keep playing man, but you have to sing into the mic. You’re too far away. Sing right into it.” Ah. No wonder I couldn’t hear my own voice. “You’re also strumming WAY too hard. The guitar is amped, so everyone can hear you fine. Strum quieter, sing louder.” Got it.

The next song I played was an abridged version of Don McLean’s “American Pie.” The abridgement was to spare the crowd’s ears: I needed to cut 8-minutes of singing time down to 4-minutes.

Now, I know I’m not a good singer. Nor am I a very good guitar player. And I’m not saying this with a false sense of modesty; I am very mediocre by American standards. But there I was in Argentina, completely taken aback by the response I was receiving. The crowd clapped and sang along, and then applauded in such a way that made me think, “Wow, maybe I could pursue this down here.” Of course, I have no plans to pursue music seriously at any point, but the experience I had was a blast (and a fantastic adrenaline rush).  It would not surprise me at all if I found myself at another open-mic in the near future.

What I’d do differently

I did very little in the way of preparing myself for those six weeks in Buenos Aires. I also didn’t really make plans for anything that was more than 48 hours away once I was down there. This was a fun experiment, but it also lead to some problems. Here’s what I’m going to do differently for the next time I go down to South America:

(1)  Clear my work schedule. I knew going down that it wasn’t going to be a vacation, where I could take days off to explore the countryside. I had plenty of work to do. But after a few weeks, it was tough to hear about all these multi-day adventures other travelers were going on. Granted, if I hadn’t been hanging out with people who were traveling around, it wouldn’t have seemed like such a big issue.  But next time, I definitely want to explore.  I’ll be sure to clear the slate and take a brief hiatus from computers.

(2)  Learn Spanish. Being monolingual has been one of my single greatest sources of embarrassment over the last several years. This feeling is only magnified around my Dutch friends, who tend to speak a minimum of five languages. I met a 17-year old girl who spoke eight languages, and I quote: “But two of them really don’t count because they’re dead languages.” Almost everyone speaks a bit of English, which was both convenient and frustrating. I wanted to practice my Spanish in BA, so before I left, I bought Michel Thomas’ 8-hour audio course. This helped TREMENDOUSLY when I first arrived, as I was able to communicate what I needed 95% of the time. But being able to speak Spanish was not as useful as comprehending people’s responses, which I found to be very difficult, if not impossible. My lack of listening comprehension was, without a doubt, my biggest source of frustration/anxiety. It truly sucked. However, there were a couple things I found that helped a lot, and I would focus much more on practicing them next time. The first was watching movies and TV shows I loved, like Los Simpson (The Simpsons), in Spanish. Los Simpson in particular was great. It’s always entertaining, the characters speak relatively slow, and you can usually figure out what they’re saying. The second thing was staying the hell away from people who spoke English fluently. I remember having to buy a cell phone, and feeling like I was going to pass out from exhaustion. It was a half hour conversation in Español – not a single word of English – and I understood maybe 10% of what was being said to me. But I walked away having learned several new words and phrases, and felt more motivated than ever to learn the language. That motivation easily got buried again once I found myself among English speakers. Next time, I’m keeping my distance from Aussies, Brits, Dutch, etc. and sticking more with the locals.

(3) Couchsurfing. I’d planned on doing this, but didn’t end up getting around to it. I decided to rent an apartment instead, which allowed me to regain focus on work. But I would have loved to meet a bunch more Argentines. I plan on hosting and going to meet ups when I move at the beginning of next year.  Why not, right?  You get to make friends with people from around the world, all for free!

Lessons learned

Short-term travel is both a tease and a fantasy. You meet amazing people, hope to reconnect at some point and go on more adventures together, but you both know deep down that you might never see each other again. In a way, that’s heartbreaking. When I meet people I really enjoy, I want to keep them in my life and bring them closer. That’s extremely difficult to do when you’re traveling. You know that your return to the real world is inevitable, and that usually means saying goodbye for a long, long time. It’s quite sad to meet someone, get emotionally attached, and have to part ways indefinitely after a few days. But it’s mind-numbingly exhausting when you have to do it a half dozen times in a week.

Of course, that’s not to say that it isn’t worth it. Travel is the only time where you can meet tons of folks who are completely relaxed and open-minded, and you frequently come across individuals whose love for life and people just pours out of them. These are my favorite types of travelers, because they fill you with energy and happiness, and effortlessly bring out the best in others. I don’t know why it’s so rare to encounter this type of person back home. Perhaps it’s because all travelers share a mutual thrill for experiencing something new together (everything around them is exciting!)  They also seem less prone to being judgmental, simply because everyone around them is in a perpetual state of analysis and they’re all learning about each other. If someone does something strange, you tend to dismiss it more readily (“Maybe that’s normal where they’re from”).

Whatever the case, the random people you meet is what makes travel worthwhile. If you’re anti-social, traveling will bring out your inner extrovert.

What you also notice after awhile is that travelers – whether they like it or not – are ambassadors for their cities, states, and countries. Your interactions with others will almost always shape what they think of “your people.” This became very clear to a friend of mine while he was traveling around Asia. He noticed that people in North Vietnam looked down on Americans for many reasons, but were particularly unforgiving because they had never had any American friends when they were growing up. Many of the people in South Vietnam, however, had developed close relationships with Americans more than 30 years prior. The memories of their old friends remained fresh, and their attitudes towards Americans were passed along to their children. This cycle, if strong enough, can facilitate an entire culture’s hatred or adoration for foreigners. So do your duty as an American, and don’t be a douchebag overseas.

Final thought

No matter how safe you think your city is, there are people in this world who are too scared to visit it.  The media heavily colors our opinions of other countries, coupled with the extreme stories we hear from our friends and relatives.  Of course, we usually only hear about (and remember) the crazy bad stuff. It’s not fair, but that’s the way it works.

Remember to emphasize the positive and encourage people to travel, so they won’t be so damn paranoid.

To my handful of real life friends who read this whole post: let’s start planning our Brazilian adventure.


The book I’ve been helping with for nearly two years is available for pre-order. It’s already hit #1 on Amazon’s Health and Fitness category and #1 overall on Barnes & Noble.  You’ll be hearing a lot more about it in the coming weeks.

UPDATE: There’s a fun post on Brazilian models that Tim put up on Thanksgiving.  There are two quick things I want to mention: the introduction, and the response.

The intro Tim wrote is a funnier (and more concise) story than how I actually discovered Jeremiah.  Here’s what happened… One night in Buenos Aires, I met an Australian guy at a restaurant who had been living in Brazil for three years with his girlfriend.  I told him how much I wanted to visit, and he said, “The first place you have to go to is Florianopolis.  I’m going to give you my email address so you can thank me when you’re there.”  The next day, I searched for ‘Florianopolis’ on Flickr.  I looked at pictures of the beaches, which were nice (but not quite as beautiful as Thailand’s).  In the bottom-right corner, I saw related images of girls in swimsuits.  Naturally, I clicked through to check them out.  The beauty of the girls was no big surprise, but I was genuinely impressed with the quality of the photos.  Under each one was a paragraph outlining Jeremiah’s story — a regular guy with a camera who decided to pursue his dream of becoming a swimsuit photographer in Brazil.  Very cool.  After returning to the States, I went to work at Tim’s house and mentioned how I’d stumbled across a great 4HWW story.  We both thought it would make a cool blog post, and that was that.  Not quite as humorous as me ogling Brazilian chicks at 2am when I should have been working (seriously, who uses Flickr to search for pictures of hot girls?), but so it goes.

The response to the post has been fairly predictable.  98% of the readers love it, and 2% are completely disgusted.  This was both expected and intended.  I’ve read all the comments, and have seen the word ‘misogyny’ thrown out a few times.  While this is amusing to me, as it’s clearly a gross misunderstanding of the word, I would like to come to Jeremiah’s defense.  I’ve spoken with the guy, and he has nothing but love and respect for Brazilian people and the girls he works with.  If you missed this, then you brought your own interpretation to the table before you even read what he had to say.

By Charlie Hoehn

44 comments on “6-weeks in Buenos Aires, or “How I learned to love Brazilians”

  1. Hahaha, I laughed out loud many times reading this post, especially everything related to Brazilian girls. I’m an American expat living in Brazil currently and I just had one recommendation for your Brazilian adventure: Florianopolis.

    You will not be disappointed.

    • You have no idea how many times Florianopolis has been recommended to me. I can’t wait to visit there.

      Keep an eye on Tim Ferriss’ blog. The next post is about that very location. I can assure you, it’s a very enjoyable read.

  2. Dude, your trip sounds so awesome.

    I always wondered if what I heard about Brazilian girls is true. My experience in Colombia was completely the opposite. It’s a very strong dating culture, so everywhere you go, girls are coupled up. More often than not, the hotter the girl was, the uglier her partner; the drug culture is so strong that ugly guys make good money by drug trafficking and use that to attract girls.

    Not only does money have a stronger pull in a relatively poor country like Colombia, plastic surgery is insanely prevalent so a lot of girls are actually “fixed up.” It was incredibly frustrating being in a country with so many beautiful girls, yet so few of them being available.

    I’m planning to backpack through South America in the next several years — I’ll definitely refer to this post for guidance!

      • Colombia’s not Brazil. Something to keep in mind is killings, kidnappings, and terrorism were rampant for decades, so girls never developed the habit of going out alone. That’s changing but it takes time. I think Colombians are hotter physically than Brazilians, but the Brazilian personality is exactly as compelling as Charlie described it!

        • I’d buy that. Plus, the only time I went out was while I was in Cali, and I’m sure it’d be different in Medellin or Bogota (for better or worse — not sure).

          BTW, Colin, your blog is awesome, I just read, like, ten posts in a row.

  3. Charlie,

    How are the book launch activities? Here are my comments:

    (1) More people try to speak English at the former, even if they are choppy, screwing up your grammar (kind of like how the French speak English in Paris to please the tourists). Practicing Spanish (or any other languages) would be more effective if you can’t even speak English.
    (4 & 5) Your recommendations with those hostels make sense for people wanting the night life. For exploring nature and local culture, it may be different.
    (10) The States isn’t that repressive. I think Canada is even more repressive.

    Gary Arndt mentioned about the misconceptions on Tim Ferriss’s site a while ago (Gary even RT’ed an article I wrote featuring a quote from his guest post). Clearing work schedule is something that I still have to work on while I fix my cash flow situation despite being a failed grind in engineering.


  4. Brazil sounds amazing. Los Simpsons was actually my favorite TV show for learning spanish while I was in Venezuela, along with Bob Esponja, and watching cartoon did more for me than any private tutor or audio course. By the way, you can get Los Simpsons in the states through netflix – I think most seasons come with Spanish dubbed in.

  5. Charlie! Thanks for the shout out for Buenos Aires Delivery. One adjustment, while the founding team is gringos we live in BA!

    Glad you liked BA. Loved your part about Brazillian women. Chicks from Argentina are definitely a bit colder (especially when you first meet them) than Brazillians. Once you crack through though Argentine women are quite passionate.


  6. This is gold man, some good beta! Bookmarking it for my trip to BA!

    Kind of funny reading about your 1 experience with the transsexual. Come to Asia and you’ll see the “ladyboys” dozens of times a day… Kinda unusual phenomenon, but you get used to it and good at IDing them. ;) But I prefer me some Western girls anyways. Gotta say, I’m excited to mingle with some Brazilians though after reading this!

    Next time, you gotta make it a more long-term trip. It makes all the difference in the world, a VERY different experience.

    • Completely agree. I’d love to go somewhere for a 6-month minimum. Don’t know if I’ll be able to do that for a couple years, but it will definitely happen at some point.

  7. Hello! I’m agree with Withers Davis, I was dating an Argentinian Girl in 2008 and what about my experience … yes, It’s true; Argentinian Girls are difficult to get in . So what happen with your “Blind-date situation” with the portena? I mean, Psycotic is a hard and strong word for a girl.


  8. First, mad props for punching out this beast of a post. The “lizard brain” usually gets the best of me after returning from transformative trips – I decide not to write the recap “for fear that the text will confine the experiences.” But I love the approach you’ve taken: a few entertaining stories, a few highlight takeaways, and the rest held to memory.

    Second, just read your ebook – you just won over a new fan.

    Lookin forward to more posts, as well as 4-hour-body

  9. Haha good post man. I had a choice between studying abroad this semester in BA or Prague and I chose Prague, but I definitely am planning on making it down to BA in the next year or so.

  10. Great post man!

    Thoroughly enjoyed reading it, even though I put it off and had it as a tab in Chrome for about three days because of how long it was.

  11. Re: Brazilian girls given my Brazilian ex and my few weeks in Recife and Rio with a local host giving me the low-down – making out is no big deal like you say, but closing the deal is another story. It goes along with your running into trouble for a pat on the butt – they’re liberal when it comes to flirting and kissing, but conservative when it comes to sex. This is true to a lesser extent across Latin America.

    Also, that Brazilian host I had was bar-none the best seducer I’ve ever seen. Flirting is Brazil’s national past-time, and I don’t think Neil Strauss could beat this guy in a contest.

    The best way to learn Spanish or any language is to get a girlfriend who doesn’t speak English. You’ll pick it up FAST.

    Sounds like you had a great time. Don’t listen to the horror stories about Rio or wherever. Crime’s always exaggerated. Come to Bogota sometime!

    • How were you able to get a girlfriend in Colombia without knowing any Spanish? I can understand a fling, but a long-term girlfriend? That’s pretty crazy. You either knew basic Spanish prior to meeting, or you had a TON of chemistry with the girl. Either way, it’s my new favorite approach to learning a language.

      • You’re right, I spoke conversational Spanish before moving to South America. Still, if you could negotiate a SIM card from an Argentine then you have enough for dating and pillow talk. Then talking on the phone, etc. etc.

        The more I’m around language learning, the more I think it’s all about quantity. Methodology be damned, nothing’s going to add up the hours of practice as well as spending time with a sweetheart.

    • Hi Charlie,

      I agree with Colin on that one, kissing was easy but you didn’t mention sex, what about it ? Plus, brazilian girls tend to be easier to pick up abroad than in Brazil. You have to come over to Colombia man, Colin will take you around ;)

  12. Nice post Charlie!

    It reminded me a lot of when I lived in Honduras 3 years ago. I know exactly what you mean about meeting awesome people and then having to leave them. Reading your post brought back a lot of good memories and I can’t wait until I can go back to Honduras so that they can meet my wife and daughter this time!

    One tip on language learning that helped me, but might seem a bit weird: Pick up a large popular novel (several hundred pages worth) and start reading sounding out every word. Don’t bother looking up words you don’t know yet (you can’t do that in conversation either) the point here to to develop your tongue and to get used to figuring out what a sentence means by the context of a few key words. You will go through the first 200 pages not understanding a thing, but after that something magical happens and it all clicks. The rest of the book becomes a lot more enjoyable and its pretty exciting when you realize you just read several pages and understood everything.

    I’m looking forward to hearing more about your travels.


    • Wow… that is awesome. Seriously, thank you for the suggestion. I bought a copy of Harry Potter y la Camara Secreta while I was down there, but I read it the wrong way. I was stopping at every single word I didn’t know and looking it up. It was so slow and painful that I just gave up after 15 pages. I’m definitely going to try this.

  13. Great post Charlie!

    My girlfriend actually just moved back from BA where she did an internship for 6 months and reading your post I discovered huge similarities of your experiences (well, apart from the ladyboys).

    South America is definitely on my list for a mini retirement at some point but I’m goinf to move to Bordeaux in February so it’s gotta wait for now.

    I’ve been doing the couchsurfing thing for more than 3 years now and it’s simply amazing. If you find yourself in need for a bunch of laid-back people in Europe oder South-East-Asia give me a buzz man :))

    Keep it up!

  14. Hi Charlie,

    I’m brazilian, from Porto Alegre. If you think brazilian girls are gorgeous, it’s because you don’t now the “gaúchas” from Rio Grande do Sul. This is the southest state of Brazil, near Argentina. The most gorgeous girls you see in Florianópolis are from here :-)

    This april, 1st me and my wife will move to Sunnyvale, CA. We plan staying there five months. It would be nice to meet for a coffe if you are near (thinking that you working with Tim made you move to CA). We could help you for the best places in Brazil and could learn some american slangs to easy our time in North America :-)

    About your warning against Brazil’s security, it’s true if you talk about Rio de Janeiro, but the south Brazil is much more secure than this top tourist city. Here we have a european colonization with a nice mix of italians, germans, polish, …

    Regards from Brazil.

  15. Hey Charlie,
    I’m working offshore Brazil at the moment and planning a trip for a few days to Buzios in Brazil but I am now sorely tempted to try Florianopolis. The vessel I am on has about 60% Brazilian crew and about a third of that senoritas and it feels like party day every day here.
    boa viajems!

  16. this.is.the.best.post.I’ve.read.in.awhile.

    thank you for making me laugh in hysterics at 7am in the DC airport, sparking curious glances from sleepy travellers.

    see you soon at CMU.

  17. This post puts my past experience with a Brazilian guy into an entirely different perspective now. I never knew this aggression was so normal in Brazil!

    I was staying at a hostel in Germany when a good-looking Brazilian guy said “hi” to me and asked if he could talk to me in an another room. Here I thought he wanted to have a nice conversation with me… But he immediately grabbed my face and started kissing me! I was SO shocked and taken-aback by this behavior from a stranger. This clears up that whole experience now!

  18. Hi Charlie,
    Well, I am from Sao Paulo, Brazil, but I have moved to the states 4 years ago in order to get my bachelors at an American University in WA. I like that you feel that way about Brazilians, as much as I love the USA I miss the warmth and charisma of the Brazilian culture and definitively intend to back after i graduate, especially now that the Economy is booming. I also would like to give you heads up when it comes to dating in Brazil. When we are partying, we are partying. We are celebrating, socializing and most importantly, we are sharing that amazing moment with our friends or family. Nothing is too serious, because it is the moment we can relax and celebrate with our friends the delight of life. Kissing, making out, and hugging is part of it. Kissing isn’t taken too serious in Brazil It is just a way of showing affection towards someone we are attracted to, or not. Dating, sex, and having a long-term relationship in Brazil, is a complete different story. That requires time, and usually you really need to get to know someone before all that happens. From my experience here in the USA, I feel like the girls here are ”easier” than the girls in Brazil. While in Brazil we tend to kiss, and demonstrate more physical affection than in the USA, I feel like the girls here a lot less conservative than in Brazil. It is not necessarily a bad thing, but it was a real culture shock for me at first. In Brazil, kissing someone isn’t seem like a big of a deal, ”it is just a kiss”. As some people have already previously said, having sex and getting into a serious long-term relationship is a lot more difficult than in the USA I would say.. It takes a lot more time. You even notice that cultural differences on FB , for example. In Brazilian Portuguese, when you get in a relationship with someone the literal translation is ”in a SERIOUS relationship”, while in English just ”in a relationship” is enough to define the status of a couple. Hanging out and kissing doesn’t have the same impact as it has in the American and in other cultures. However, in my opinion, sex is a lot more acceptable in America than in Brazil. Note, that I am talking about the essence of the Brazilian culture, and not the Brazilians that are ”traveling abroad”, because the cultural conventions of an individual tend to shift a lot when in those circumstances.
    Thanks for your post, I really enjoyed reading it, and I can’t wait to go back to Sao Paulo this years. Coincidentally, I will be spending new years in Florianopolis this year, and I am super excited about that not only for the good-looking people but also because I love to surf haha. And yes, you are right. Brazilian love blue/green eyed people. I am sure if you went there, you would get tons of girls in one night haha but I wouldn’t recommend you going to Florianpolis, as most of people down there tend to have light eyes. ;)

  19. My Friend. I’m a 53 year old international airline pilot. In my lifetime, I’ve traveled from Tangiers to Torrox to Thailand.I’ve been everywhere (well, so it seems. Not really). I loved this article. I’m writing from my hotel room in Buenos Aires at this moment…and my fiance is Brazilian, currently living in Sao Paulo. Buenos Aires. Brazilian women. Not being a douchebag while traveling…you nailed it! I am so glad i stumbled upon this article.

    …hey, and don’t worry about your moment of transexual fascination. You’re not the first. You won’t be the last. The world is indeed a fascinating place.

  20. This was truly the most amazing blog entry I’ve ever read. You’ve got a great and captivating writing style. I’m moving to Buenos Aires myself next month, and I’ve spent countless hours on the internet trying to find information on just about every topic I could think of – and you covered most of them, and did so in a more informative and entertaining way than anyone else!

    I’m Belgian myself and have lived in various European countries over the past years, soaking up new languages as I go and trying to get to know the real culture by staying for at least a year and mingling with the locals as much as I can. But despite thinking of myself as someone suffering from a severe case of wanderlust, I do have to admit moving to a different continent for the first time seems like a pretty big deal to me. Your article definitely and greatly calmed my nerves though, just because I could relate to all those situations you described there so well. Thanks for the great article; very rarely has one piece ever had this much impact on me! Cheers!

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