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Travel Blogs from Punta del Este
... was really nice.
We also drove through some very cool neighbourhoods, with me of course taking thousands of pictures!! Hah :)
We had the most famous ice cream in the country on the way back to the car and saw some seals at the port.
Made our way back and ended up arriving home late enough to enjoy some wine with ingrid before going to sleep.
There isn't much ...
... was my final destination.
The trip up to Punte del Este was fairly bland to be honest and the lady with the microphone I felt was trying her best to make coal look like gold.From my perspective we were clearly traveling within an infra structure far more prosperous than Paraguay and evidence of social degradation could not really be seen,it was clear that Uruguay had definitely climbed its way out of "emerging economy" status and was now looking very close to "first ...
... smoothly, and has plenty of room. The last two cars we’ve ridden in were very small, and the last one was for almost two hours, so this is a welcome change. The highway is as good as any in the U.S, including interstates. It is four-lane, divided pretty much the entire way. The countryside looks just like any along a highway in the country.
When we got into the outskirts of Punta del Este, we could see that he was right. There is one beautiful house after another, ...
Punta del Este
The favorite sea-side playground for the well-to-do of Buenos Aires. A slight resemblance with Miami, rows and rows of high-rises, facing the ocean. A couple of busy street on which are fancy stores. Brand names and all. Some spiffy looking restaurants. And many beach toys and beachwear store. There again we walked in serch of something of interest with limited luck.
... told them to carry on and I would meet them upstairs on the ferry. They looked apologetic as I wondered what the people (including them) in attendance, thought of my predicament. What was the thoughts towards myself,
being the only exception, to encounter this significant delay? As I looked back towards the queue I had come from, the people there looked annoyed. So much for the friendly welcomes and encounters.
It was yet another minute before the female ...