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Had an ok night, except for a spider crawling all over me,
but was till happy there was plentiful good strong coffee but the rest of the
breakfast pretty blah!
Got the 9.45, thankful the rain stopped for the 10 min walk
to the bus station, to Montevideo and changed for Carmelo. My plans for the
loading up on dollars were thwarted by a defective ATM but thankfully the ...
... I shall talk about the food, which is to die for. The local fish Brotola is served everywhere but the best place in my opinion is Club de la Pesca on the coast on the road from the airport. They do practically every kind of seasoning and sauce to accompany the fish, my personal favourite is the garlic. Another unmissable delight is the churros, doughnut-like pastry covered in sugar and filled with none other than dulce de leche! As strange as ...
... on the first one, the one he wasn’t sure would be open. It was called El Palenque, and we had a very nice dinner, with only a short walk back to the hotel afterward.
We managed to get photos and a small blog entry uploaded, which you’ve hopefully already seen, before it was midnight. Since we were getting picked up at 7:30 the next morning, we decided that was late enough.
FYI, I’m actually finishing this entry on the plane to Santiago on Monday, May ...
Uruguay may seem like an odd country for us to visit as it doesn't offer much in the way of attractions, but this is why we went here - we wanted to experience a sleepy little South American country.
We caught a ferry to Montevideo and arrived to rain, rain, rain. We had two options - brave it like most travellers in a new city would, or move on to sunnier shores.
We checked our bank balance which ...
... tired and in no need to get into an argument, my reply was that it was ok. Being truthful would reap no benefits, that was my answer. The real damage could be (and was) caused by ‘word of mouth’.
Heading to the owner’s jeep, the sun faced me directly for the first time that day. 'Tenderloin 0 Sun 1'. The rays felt like they burned into my soul. The retreat into the jeep thankfully came quickly. So with the Argentinians, we departed and I shed no tears in ...