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Travel Blogs from Punta del Este
A seaside resort town with many hotels. There was a port, home to many boats and the yacht club. The large fingers rising from the sand was a major photographing spot for the tourists. The weather was lovely and we spent some time relaxing on the beach. I even got up early to go for a run along the beach front which I enjoyed.
Day One Hundred and Twelve - Thursday 27th December 2012
Today we were moving on to the upmarket beach resort of Punta del Este but before we departed Paul went to get a much needed haircut and shave. You can't go to Punta looking scruffy! It was a two hour bus ride east along the Atlantic coast past some nice looking holiday homes and …
... 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!
... I'm thinking cafés and bars. I'm thinking a really nice beach. What did we get? We arrived at Birdsville on the Brisbane river complete with Brisbane's current 40oC+ temperatures. 43oC to be exact. Unfortunately we were a little disorganised and left booking accommodation to the last minute and ended up in a 4-bed mixed dorm room. We arrived and the whole place is made of chipboard (really cheap rubbish timber). The bunks were ikea and stacked in pairs. ...
... totally out of shape. With the emphasis on her ‘love handles’, all I could do was reassure her. My words were not taken on board and soon the conversation thankfully ended.
Half dazing, half awake, my mind plundered to thoughts of life back home and how happy and at ease I currently felt. Small ‘tears into the seam’ were to come. Laying on my side and on top of my t-shirt (still as my towel), Leonora petulantly asked me a question. “How did you get ...