Punta Del Este Hostel
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... 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!
... of mushroomed battlements with spiky rounded prongs jutting out of the roof tops.White washed walls remind you of Greek Islands and stairways of red tera cota tiles lead no where in particular.It is a labyrinth of different shaped non uniformed rooms that take you on a sensual journey past his works hanging on the walls where your eyes are drawn to both paintings and house at the same time so that they both become one big mural.It is a master stroke of imagination.Carlos Paez ...
... in the workshop for about an hour, and then sat down and had a drink. (The workshop was in the hotel bar.) I moved to a chair at a table that was empty except for some things set on it; purses and such. After a few minutes, another couple came over and sat down at the same table. The woman got up and left for a few minutes, and the man asked me where I was from, and we struck up a conversation. His name was Adolfo, and he is from Santiago Chile, where we’ll be ...
... 8216;jostled’ to the front and were so close to me that I was starting to get annoyed. Previous ‘dates’ have given me more separation distance.
As I waited, the two ladies appeared to my right side. (Seriously I still did not gather this was yet another sign of interest of their parts). Both smiled and they soon asked me what had been the hold up before getting onto the ferry. Still shaken, I said: “They gave me no reason." (Retrospectively ...
... the gear lever, me being in the front seats became awkward. With each gear shift she cackled, whilst I took solace peering outside the window. Hoping the journey would conclude soon, my prayers were somewhat answered as we pulled into the Iguana de La Barra Hostel, (Calle 8 casi Ruta 10, La Barra de Maldonado). This was a converted house with a mother and possibly her teenage son running it.
As the Hostel Del Patio owner ‘graciously’ offered to ...