“Welcome to Route 36, will that be ‘normal’ cocaine or ‘strong’ cocaine with your complimentary bottled water?” Keeping up with today’s drug theme, what’s being described by The Guardian as the world’s first cocaine bar (first “official,” anyway) is now open for business in Boliva. With its corrupt officials and “anything goes” atmosphere, Bolivia, it seems, offers such outlaw operations an ideal business climate. Ideal, though, isn’t perfect:
Since they are an after-hours club and serve cocaine the neighbours tend to complain pretty fast. So they move all the time. Maybe if they are lucky they last three months in the same place, but often it is just two weeks. Route 36 is a movable feast.”
Apologies to Frank Loesser, but I guess this makes Route 36 the oldest established permanent floating coke bar in South America. But unlike Damon Runyon‘s crew of crap players, what do these guests rely on for amusement? Why, Jenga, of course.
And much like those towers of falling blocks, attempts to curb Bolivia’s exploding cocaine economy is crumbling fast: President Evo Morales, himself a cocoa grower, is not only fighting for the rights of his fellow growers, he recently booted the US Drug Enforcement Agency (DEA) out of Bolivia.
In The Guardian: The World’s First Cocaine Bar
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