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... square in Carmelo had a couple of options, one of which worked.
Turns out the hostel does not exist where stated and most
hotels near the river, about 10 blocks from the Plaza. Had to go to the ferry
terminal to get decent info and a map and then settled on a nearby hotel after
exhausting 3 other, 2 of which were unmanned – 700 pesos and not nice!
... were a lovely young Argentinian couple who spent the 15 minute ride practicing their English and sharing their mate (local tea). Next stop was Cabo Polonio and with two girls from the last hostel added to our party, for a couple of days, we headed down the coast. Cabo is a tiny coastal village with no roads leading to it, so can only be reached over the sand dunes, through a national park. In low season thirty ...
... set behind the harbour, which made for some nice photos. We then went to see if any more seals had settled on the rocks for the night, but they hadn't, so we walked back to the hostel, picking up some empanadas on the way, and watched some TV before bed.
Day One Hundred and Thirteen - Friday 28th December 2012
We awoke to the news that it was our wedding anniversary and that we had successfully negotiated another ...
... go to sleep at 10pm (which is like going to bed at 6pm here). The next day I was feeling pretty much back to normal and excited to eat because they have chicken lunch meat in Uruguay! Wooohooo no ham!
Niki and I paid $50, which is an exorbitant amount of money, to swim with sea lions and seals. We took a freezing boat ride for what felt like 6 hours to the second largest community of sea lions in the world. Now I am not ...
... ensued. Thanking them again for the previous night, I introduced them to the Danes. All amicable and smooth, we progressed to taking about future plans. They were camping that night and heading east, further up the coast. Telling them on the off chance of meeting, that we would be out tonight at the marina. Knowing that this would likely be our last meeting, we bid farewell. It was sad to do so but that is, sadly, travel life.
As we walked up the peninsular, I posed against ...