Estancia Vik Jose Ignacio
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We sailed all night again, going north up the coast of Uruguay. We are now in Punta Del Este (The Eastern Point). It is a narrow peninsula of land well suited for a tourist town or snow birds as we all call them. The population is 10,000 in the summer and 500,000 in the winter. The weather has just been wonderful for us, ranging from 60's in the mornings to 70's in the afternoon. Everywhere we go we see umbrellas for sale and the ship has some for ...
... got her to understand our situation and, after making a phone call, Grace, the caretaker, and a young man, who turned out to be Alex’s son, came to our rescue.
Neither of them seemed to know anything about our coming and, as it turned out, Alex was in Buenos Aires dealing with a situation with her daughter and, never got our e-mail and completely forgot we were coming. Thank heavens the renter was still awake and was able to phone Grace. So, we got ...
... we weren't surprised that there was no line to get. Upon getting to the bouncer, we had the following conversation:
- First member of our group: "How much for a table and bottle service for 9 people?"
- Bouncer: "Three thousand dollars"
- First member of our group: "You mean pesos?"
- Bouncer: "No, dollars."
- First member of our group [to rest of group]: "Um, it costs $3,000, not sure we're going to get ...
... but considerably nicer than Benidorm!) and it's full of expensive shops and restaurants - i.e. not especially backpacker friendly... The beaches though are gorgeous; calm bathing beach on one side of the peninsula and breezy surf beach the other. There is also this crazy giant concrete hand sculpture on the one beach - see photo's.
We stayed in a very cramped & full (8 beds in a tiny room) but chilled hostel (1949 Hostel) 5 mins from the bus terminal. ...
... for me, it was the beginning of very itchy days and nightly torture.
In the morning we swam in the ocean, the real ocean, with salty, powerful waves, critters, and jelly fish! and then, we left puta del diablo, it took our money, chewed us up, and spat us out. so we ventured back west.
Lucky for us, Isaac talked to a farm that had previously turned us down because of lack of housing, but convinced them to take us anyway, for we still had our little tent.
When we ...