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Travel Blogs from Punta del Este
Hola Amigos, Unfortunately Scott didn't find his 'blog mood' and therefore didn't write his piece. Some external encouragement would be appreciated as apparently I lack the art of story telling (I blame writing credit papers for a living). So the incident in the bunk room in Punta del Diablo ("PdD"). We were keen to go to PdD as Lonely Planeters …
... as hoping for a break in the clouds to see
the sunset from the point/beach/yacht club, back over the bridge on the river
bank south of town. There was a huge procession of cars heading that way too
and we were in for a treat – the cloud made it spectacular.
Back to the super for a beer and a stack of Stax for dinner –
at over £2 a pop I just have to stop!
... indicates whether the savory substance inside it is chicken, carne, etc. Unfortunately, after Adam learned this little tidbit of information, I could no longer justify taking a large bite out of each empanada under the guise of determining which ones were mine.
Punta Del Diablo If I were Patrick Swayze's character from the cult classic Point Break, this is the town I in which I would choose to surf all day and hide out from the ...
... ship had been going through a sudden big storm. With lightning, hail and rain. Apparently the ship was listing severely to one side, usually they lose some of the ballast to balance things, however we were in a part of the waters where they were apparently not allowed to do so. Cabins on the starboard side actually got flooded, mainly because the hail caused the gutters to back up and overflow. I heard black water came up out of showers and toilets. They ...
... 8230; About 35 years ago!! And they hadn’t purchased a new bikini since they made the move! That’s right, the bums which ate the bikinis here, seemed to generally be those of the grandmothers who were there with their families. But hey, a bum’s a bum I guess and they all serve the same purpose.
After our lovely picnic at Gorriti, Tom dragged me to an artist’s mansion, which was situated on ...