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Now writing all my blogs in retrospect, here is my entry on Uruguay.
After my stay with Lorena in Quilmes, Buenos Aires I decided to hop over to Uruguay. Lorena kindly drove my back to Buenos Aires on a very wet and unusually cold day and I took the bouque bus ferry to hop countries arriving at Colonia. The plan for as long as I can remember was to get myself over to Punta del diablo, a small fishing village on the coast of Uruguay. I had planned this before even leaving the motherland but unfortunately, I never made it there. When I arrive in Colonia, I was some what disheartened.. ´where was the sea, sun and sand I had been promised?'. Instead, it was cold, very industrial looking and not very inviting at all. None the less, I made my way to the taxi rank, a good 5-10 minute walk my backpack, rucksack and bag only to be told by the unwilling taxi driver that my hostel was but a walk away and he would charge me a diabolical amount of money to take me there (in taximan language speak "I`m can`t be bothered to drive you there and I don`t really care if you`re a female, with a heavy load on your back...ha!). So off I trotted, my backpacks becoming heavier by the minute. It was a good 15 minute walk or so when I finally embarked on the hostel. Ha!, again disappointed as my room was disgusting, uninviting and strangely cold (unusual for this time of year). The hostel was empty and I started to feel very lost. I went out into the town determined to find these magnificent beaches and cobbled streets the lonely planet would bang on about and indeed I found some lovely little cobbled roads, old cars parked tiredly on the street and some beautiful little house and buildings. I eventually stumbled upon the sea but it wasn`t beautiful or magnificent at all unfortunately. I found a little ice cream parlour and had some scrumptious ice cream before heading back to the hostel. A rash decision lead me to check out of the hostel, having booked in for the night but only spending a few hours there, and I made my way down to the bus station and headed to Montevideo for things anew!
By the time I arrived in Montevideo, it was close to midnight and I was shattered to say the least. I booked myself into the hostel and slept. The next day, I started to talk to one of the ladies in my dorm, Alejandra and we went for a walk around the town. Alejandra was from Santiago, Chile and didn`t speak any English so I got to practise my conversational Spanish as we walked and talked. Now, I really don`t know why this might be, but after walking for around 4 hours with Alejandra around Montevideo, down to the beach, along the shore and through the centre, I could count the amount of people I saw on one, well maybe two hands. It was like a ghost town! The only good thing that came out of being in Montevideo was that I met a lovely lady, who was later going to help me out and become a really good friend when I arrived in Chile.
A few days afterwards, I took the bouque bus back to Buenos Aires and checked back into the hostel I had previously stayed in. The next day, I ran into Alex who I had initially met in La Paz and travelled to Salar de uyuni with. That was nice and we spent a few days with some others from the hostel just seeing a little bit more of Buenos Aires, eating more steak and generally relaxing. A few days after this, I took the bus to Puerto Iguaza to see yet another of one of the seven new wonders of the world, Iguaza Falls.
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