Scene: the (in)famous Kamikaze club in Punta Arenas.
Players: the young, innocent and fresh-faced volunteers from TPA, most of whom found themselves rubbing shoulders with their pupils or, even worse, the teachers...
Mood: think Reggaeton music (don't ask), salsa dancing, Daddy Yankee (oh yeah) and the occasional song we know amongst waxwork dummies of Japanese suicide pilots, oversize maps of Pearl Harbour, shells (not the kind you find on the beach), gasmasks and faux Japanese bamboo huts with paper lanterns and straw roofs.
Action: some drinking, some dancing, some chatting, lots of fun.
Verdict: "they don't make 'em like this back home".
Robbie and Stefan up the "cool-factor".
"YEAH BABY!!!"
Michael adds local colour.
Andrea and Gerry get their groove on.
Alena stays cool.....
"That's all folks!"
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