Posada Aldila Punta del Este

www.elviajerobravabeach.com<br><br>http ://www.hostelworld.com/availability.php /El-Viajero-Brava-Beach-Hostel--Suites/ Punta-del-Este/36900<br><br>Arrive at 1.30 pm. Two days and One night.<br><br>leave on the afternoon to head to Montevideo before catching the morning flight to Florianopolis,<br>

MONTEVIDEO TO PUNTE DEL ESTE &#8211; DRIZZLING AND WARM - 1.11.09<br><br>The Hostel Palermo had a beautiful marble staircase, the most posh thing about the place, the rest was very, very basic, and we had to carry all our luggage down the stairs to load up the bikes which were stored at the local undercover carpark. <br><br>By 10:30am we were loaded (we would have liked to get away earlier, but the mozzie fiasco left us a bit 'drained') and ...

... looked like more fijordlands. After the strait we ended up at Punta Arenas where we saw a whole lotta penginos (magellenic pengins to be specific). luckily the poo situation we were initially worried about was just a rumor and our shoes survived. we took a speedboat into and out of the island and i thought i was going to die when we hit 3meter waves for a half hour. lea thought my terror was funny. Our boat then took us ...

... and had to wait an hour for the next one. Consequently I didn't have time to visit the Cristo Obrero Church that afternoon. If I had my time over I would have stayed at Casapueblo much longer because it was really nice. In the end I just went straight back to Montevideo. I booked a ferry for late the following afternoon, to give myself a chance of seeing at least the Cristo Obrero Church the following day.

... http://www.cumbres.com.uy/sitio_1/home. html que siempre tuve curiosidad de conocer pero no es posible llegar :( De regreso a Punta del Este, pude sacar esta foto antes de quedarme sin batería en la camara, a la hermosa vista de Punta Ballena. Esta, fue la última salida con nuestros amigos Caro y Sebas quienes al día siguiente partieron con su auto de viaja hacia Rosario (Sta. Fe)

... better and apart from some overcast here and there and a bit of rain on Saturday, it was stellar with clear blue skies and hottedness on Sunday and Monday. Shorts and sandles for four straight days. 1949 Hostel, replete with windowed bar and views of the beach is a party hostel and I was in the mood. The dorm rooms were a bit cramped but the matresses were good. Didn't matter ...

... in the strong winds from the west. He was hovering just above the roofs, or swinging from one side to the other, with great mastership I have to say, from what I can judge. He gave us a few good shots with the sunset too! Night was almost there, we had to walk a few kilometers back to the main road and then wait for a hypothetical bus to come and pick us up. I started to chat with the parapentist, he was very friendly, and he ...

... ticket. That way, they can handle the immigration for you, leaving you to sleep on the Bus rather than getting dragged through customs at 4 am. Not sure if they came onto the Bus to check me out since I was fast asleep. Not like in Europe many years ago when machine gun wielding men woke me up in the middle of the night demanding to know my name. This has to rate as the easiest border crossing in my travelling career. Woke up early to watch the landscape roll by as ...

... rampant acne. Back in Punta, my time passed in a haze of sunbathing and going out. There was a group of Norwegians staying in the hostel and they would kick off each night with a drinking game, ending only when all of them had passed out dribbling in the corner. Only once did I have the balls to join them, a night that ended at sunrise in a club called Soho with Nacho, the owner of the hostel, and a bunch of his mates dancing to Uruguaian techno.