Ok, when I talk about going to ‘the bar,’ this is what I mean. This establishment, cleverly titled "Club des Amies" (Friend’s Club), is actually a little more cosmopolitan than most of the places I frequent. I mean, it has chairs and murals on the walls. Sometimes ‘the bar’ is really just ‘the patch of cement with a dude selling whiskey sachets out of a duffel bag’…