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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!
... more bad news. It was a 2km walk inland to the actual gig! It was dark by now and also cold as I had made the mistake of not taking a jumper with me.
Eventually we heard music and there it was! And just in the nick of time as Fatboy Slim had already started his set. It was a beach party in a way as we were standing on sand, but just not near the sea. It was smaller than i expected, but was around a thousand people there. We pushed our way through the crowd as far ...
... triple or possibly more. We partied hard until the early hours and met quite a few people from around South America all out for a good time. Eventually Jack was rather drunk and needed some sleep and it took a long time to get him through the walk back to the hostel! We crashed out and woke in the late morning to pretty awful hangovers. The majority of today involved lying in bed and trying to get in touch with someone about our bags! Still no luck on ...
... the accessible window blinds in the doors met with disapproving looks from those watching movies.
The movie selection was pretty good, with most of the Oscar nominations featured. Five movies can break up a 14-hour flight pretty well, but we were still feeling pretty shattered when we finally cleared immigration after passport chip hassles, and customs after a long wait for the bags, which we had checked in pretty early, and so went to the bottom of ...
... Heidi had talked highly of this place? Was their view because of female perception, was there a colour divide here or was I just unlucky with my time? (Judging from the ladies’ pictures, it looked like they were here to meet Uruguayan friends and that would throw a totally different experience from my own). Maybe there is truth to all three questions.
With the time at two forty, I headed in and waited at the platform. Flies buzzed near me as I prayed for ...