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After being dropped off on the side of the road in what felt like the middle of nowhere at 6am having endured a 13 hour coach trip team wonderland hopped/slumped into a fleet of taxis's that raced us (quite literally - this seasons Hamilton vs Massa battles didn't have a patch on these guys) to the Argentine/Uruguay border where we were processed, chewed up and spat out into Uruguay where again Hamilton and co drove us on to a small town called Salto (it's only claim to fame being a thermal Spa). Following on with the F1 theme Val told us it was more of a pit stop to break up the journey to the capital Montivideo rather than a tour highlight so the accommodation was pretty basic. After a snooze a few of us moseyed on down to check out the slightly underwhelming spa. Having exhausted Salto's activities in one fell swoop myself, Eddie, Kat and Alice heeded the advice of our coach driver and went to a restaurant come abarttoir called El Rancho for dinner. Not really knowing what to expect we were confronted with a huge empty restaurant and the most staggering volume of meats and offal being grilled by a couple of chefs over a huge wood fired pit, a vast salad bar, dessert buffet and more staff than you could shake a carcass at milling about. We were sat in the corner by our friendly welcoming waiter (who had a touch of Manuel about him) and in slight bemusement got stuck in. Within about 15 minutes of sitting down to eat, a fleet of mini buses and cars rocked up packing the gaff to the rafters at which point the need for the sheer volume of food became clear... turned out we had crashed the Christmas party for the workers of Salto and snuck in first for the best stuff... bloody tourists!
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