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Does Gambling Float your Boat?


Photo by Beatrice Murch

Put your money where your mouth is. It’s the ace of spades. Baby I’ve got your money. Diamonds are forever.

The odd suave suit, sweet jazz music, high stakes and intriguing spins of the wheel are what await you at Puerto Madero Casino. That’s if you know how to get there.

According to your Guia T it seems to be ubicado in a very accessible place. You take a walk down to Puerto Madero and just follow the docks along. An old wives’ tale claims that casinos are illegal in the city of Buenos Aires, hence why it is actually floating on a tributary of the Río de La Plata. However, actually finding the way there would certainly put some punters off.

After a good trek along the waterside on a cold autumn’s night, my freezing companions and I finally saw a few flashing neon lights; the glitzy glow of tonight’s entertainment hall we thought. Think again. There are two sets of beaming lights, some came from a mysterious building we did not manage to identify and have not seen since on further visits.

Taking the long route does guide you through a rather pretty little park. A few statues and tidy shrubs made me think about returning for a picnic one day.

Emerging from between trees I eventually prove to my friends that I really am an expert at using the Guia T. The car park is illuminated by lights in the form of playing cards, guiding us a few hundred metres towards the front doors.

I later learned that a free bus leaves from Córdoba and Leandro N. Alem every 15 minutes between 2pm and 2am. Take advantage of this service!

On nearing the entrance the clients appear to be as poorly dressed as I am. Not many sharp tuxedos and ball gowns I’m afraid. On the contrary all I saw were a few flat caps and woolly jumpers. The majority of the punters are on the mature side of fifty. I was happy to discover that there is no dress code involved.

You have to pass through metal detectors at security and if you are carrying a camera it will be confiscated. You leave it reception and collect it later. As always I was full-body-searched, but boarded unscathed. 

Photo by Beatrice Murch

There are four floors to the casino which house over 700 slot machines and 140 gaming tables. On the bottom two there are slots and electronic roulette. You have to insert a minimum of $10 to play, though you can spin for as little as 25 centavos and bet on roulette from $2 on numbers and $10 on 50/50 shots.

On the third it is all table play, with poker, roulette and blackjack on offer. On this floor you play with chips, although you can change them at the cashier desks or on the table. Minimum bets for roulette are $10 on numbers, and $100 on red/black or any low probability equivalent. For blackjack the rules are similar. Some tables allow you to play with as little as $10, but again, there are more expensive tables.

Up top is where the real city-slickers lay their bets. Only dollars are accepted, and minimum entry to the roulette table is US$20. To play poker you need to thrown down US$1000, no more, no less. They play hold’em but with their own twist to the rules. There are no blinds, but each player pays an ante of US$25 per hand. Betting therefore becomes very aggressive. You’ll be lucky to see the flop without paying heavily.

Craps and point and blank are also available on the third floor.

There are bars aplenty and one restaurant. A decent meal will cost you $45, and a snack such as a sandwich or a salad is $25. Drinks are reasonably priced. I bought a half pint of Martini for $10. A coffee is $6 and a soft drink $8. If you’ve been lucky, splash $25 on a cocktail from the wide range on offer. You are free to roam with your beverages and sip at your liquor whilst observing the rich burn holes in their pockets.

Despite being on a boat, you don’t feel like it. Arriving is difficult. Take the free bus or get a taxi. The clientele isn’t exactly in the James Bond mould, but it’s the winning which counts!

The casino is open 24 hours a day and everyone is welcome. It is at Darsena Sur on Avenida A.M. de Justo, across the water from Dique 1.

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Nordin – poker player


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Nordin came to Buenos Aires to study. Instead the 19-year-old dropped out of university without telling his parents (we have had to omit his last name for this reason) and became a professional poker player. He talks to us about the world of poker and his life in Buenos Aires.

How did you get into poker?

I started to play three years ago with my friends, when I was 16. We just played for fun or a bit of money once in a while. However I began to study the game, watch tournaments, read books, and when I got to Argentina I realised that I could win good money from the game…US$1,000 is a lot of money here.

The all important question, how much do you win?

Haha, how much I win varies from month to month. I calculated that I must win US$1,000 a month to afford my life in Buenos Aires. At the moment I average over US$3,000 which I am pretty happy with. The problem with poker is that you could win lots one month and then lose even more the next. Things are going well at the moment but I try to remember this fact!

What kind of poker do you play and where?

I play Texas Hold’em poker. At the moment I play a lot on the internet but I go to table tournaments whenever they are on. I prefer to play table poker at real casinos here because then I feel part of Argentina. With internet poker I feel like I could be playing in Latvia and it wouldn’t make a difference. Unfortunately poker isn’t as big here in Argentina as it is in Europe or the US so there are not as many table tournaments.

What is your secret to winning?

Everyone obviously has their own technique. However, I like to play and aggressive. You must have conviction and make other players pay to see the cards. I also think that it is important to be disciplined… a sloppy player is never a good player. And obviously you must be able to read your opponents.

What is the craziest thing you have ever seen in a game?

Wow, that would have to be when I was playing in a casino and a guy on the table lost all his money. He went a bit crazy, he tried to put his car keys on the table as currency but he was not allowed. In the end he sold his car to one of the other players at the table so he could buy more chips. He won in the end so maybe it was a good decision!

I think crazy things happen like this all the time in this game, especially if you go to Vegas or something – but it still seemed crazy to me because I am used to playing fairly low level games.

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Things seem to be going your way at the moment; do you see yourself in Vegas one day?

Actually no. I want to get a ‘real job’. I know that I could make a lot of money and become a good player but I want to have a family and I wouldn’t want to be playing poker all the time and leaving a family at home. I am loving poker at the moment and it gives me a nice life-style but in the future I want to go back to university and then get a proper job.

How does poker affect your life in Argentina?

Well I have no university so at times it has been hard to meet new people and I also have to spend a lot of time in the house in front of a computer while there are not table tournaments going on.


However it also means that I have a lot of money to really enjoy my life in Argentina and the things the capital has to offer. My lifestyle is great: I play football, meet friends, go clubbing or whatever I want. This is all possible because of poker.

So what do you like most about Argentina?

There are many reasons why I left Norway for Argentina…I like the language here and the culture. The people are great. They are a lot more open and warm. The weather! The weather here is a thousand times better than in Norway. I think that the nightlife here is a great. I love to go to clubs here especially Maluco Beleza which is a Brazilian club that plays all Latin music. I love it! Finally I love that football is a religion here. I am a big fan of Boca and I enjoy going to La Bombanera to see them play.

I have not travelled much so I can only tell you what I like about BA. I am kicking myself for not exploring this beautiful country. I would like to travel around and especially go to Mendoza and Iguazú sometime.

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BA: Vice City


Photo by Patricio Guillamón

We all have our vices. They’re fun. A whole day of vice is even more fun.

A day spent in Buenos Aires exploring the vices on tap is a day worth your while. Everyone knows the bars and nightclubs are colourful here, but what better way to start a day o’ sin than through the seedy world of gambling.

The first place on this vice tour must of course be a casino. Nothing mixes depravity and adrenalin quite like casinos.

And I began in the Trilenium Casino in Tigre which requires a 40-minute train. (There is a casino in Puerto Madero but it is currently closed due to a major workers’ strike.)

Tigre and boat trips down the Paraná River are lovely, but I must offer my apologies: there’s no room for innocent pleasantries in this story. The casino is as one would expect: big, bright, crass and somewhat disorientating. Perfect.

Everyone knows that casinos, like strip clubs, can be both fun and depressing – fun if you’re on the sauce and don’t see the vague expressions or smell the desperation; depressing if you’re sober and can take note. Trilenium Casino, “The place of fun” as a sign boasts, seemed to be a second home to people who didn’t look like they came for laughs.

Perhaps they didn’t see the other sign encouraging moderation, saying: “Compulsive gambling is prejudicial to your health.”

Best to loosen up with a drink. In case I had forgotten I was in Argentina, the bartender reminded me by claiming he had no change for a hundred pesos, then short changing me by one peso to hoard precious coins.

It’s not the amount; it’s the principle, and I consider myself a man of principles, even though I was currently drowning in vices. I tried to fight for my peso, which is US$0.31, 0.20 Euros or 15 British pence, but I soon realised this place was practiced in this sort of stuff, and I started my gambling already one peso down before even buying my chips.

But the show must go on, so I hit the roulette table. One hour later, with a bit of control and a lot of luck, I was 300 pesos up.

I left happy and with the extra 300 (err, 299) pesos in my back pocket, forgetting all about the gamblers who flouted the moderation rule or the barman who stole my precious peso.

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My day of sin was far from over as I returned to the capital for a flutter at the horse races. This proved to be a completely different experience; the Palermo Hippodrome is a modern, classy venue. Whereas the casino had a certain feeling of depravity (which is, after all, part of the fun), the atmosphere at the races was relaxed. No alcohol is served at the hippodrome. Compare this to the fact that some casinos serve free alcohol (for obvious reasons) and the distinction becomes clearer.

The races take place every half hour, so most of my time was spent sitting around outside enjoying the weather, the company and the occasional jockey that would ride past on his way to the starting boxes.

I lost on every race. It didn’t matter. I had bet a symbolic amount just to give me someone to cheer for and the pleasure was all in the excitement of the races. One horse who I had backed to win (it had a British father!) was in a three-way photo finish and the buzz of waiting with the crowd to see which horse had nicked it was worth much more than the cash I’d put up.

So when at 10pm the final horse had passed the finishing post and the floodlights had been turned off, I left the hippodrome thoroughly satisfied and with every intention to return. The horses, the excitement of the races, and even the little tables on the grass made it a fantastic night out. Sure, it was gambling, but it was also a laid-back family atmosphere.

A day only has so many hours and an article so many words, so for the people with an unquenchable thirst for vice, here is a little extra:

Photo by Mateo Hinojosa

Sin Bin:

Scoff that pesky deadly sin and dig in at an all-you-can-eat. My personal favourite: Brochette, Av. Santa Fe

Drink yourself into a stupor and get up to all things sinful at the Millhouse Youth Hostel, Hipólito Yrigoyen 959. Possibilities range from merely risqué to sheer bedlam.

Go to Belle pop on a Saturday night. Yes, it’s more alcohol, but sin and booze are definitely from the same gene pool. The cheap alcohol and friendly people (men and women!) can be found at Piedras 728.

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