Internet Cafe Tour

Before I got wireless Internet at home, I had to travel to Santiago's plentiful Internet cafes to plug in my laptop and get my online poker fix.

One time I went to a 24-hour Internet cafe near my apartment, but they wouldn't let hook in because they didn't know how to configure the connection.

I was discouraged. It was about 2 a.m., and I had a Multipoker bonus to work off, dammit.

On the walk home, I did find an open Internet cafe. A gay Internet cafe.

What is a gay Internet cafe, you may ask? It's just that.

It had a constant loop of Brittney Spears and 80s hits, and everyone who worked there was gay as the day is long. I'm cool with it, but it took me by surprise. I didn't even know such a thing existed.

When I went to pay, the guy running the store was watching some porn. Makes sense.

I finally found an Internet cafe that I was more comfortable in. I plugged in at a table near the window, ordered an Orange Crush and played for hours at 600 pesos ($1) an hour. In between hands, I looked out the window and watched the beautiful chicas walk by in the hot December.

Now I put in more hours and pay much less.

I sit on my mini-sofa beneath my window, trying to earn my stay from fish who live in a different world.

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