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Travel Blogs from Salto
... and seven year old girl sweeping the yard; other than their parents we saw no other staff members.
Salto is the birthplace of the aforementioned biter and fellow Uruguayan international Edison Cavani, Cavani was apparently there visiting his home town whilst we were there, but we didn't get a sighting of the World Cup flop. Saltot's a place which is described in the guide book as "people come to Salto for two reasons, to cross the border into Argentina and ...
There really is not much to say about this place; it is much more of a workers town than a tourist one and thus does not really have any sights per say especially as the towns main museum was closed. It was though the first time sleeping literally under a staircase as it was the only room I could afford. I spent a morning desperately trying to find a place to sort out my ski season job which was having troubles with my visa. ...
... speaking again, speaking too quickly to interrupt, eyes all bug eyed and about to pop pit of his head. His monologue went pretty much as followed:
"...and this years been the hardest. You know (some famous mountain)? Well I just ended my trip, I lost two friends out there, well one was more of an acquaintance but I was close to the other guy. Only 6 people were lost this year and two were with me. One guy fell off the cliff face in the fog, don't know what happened to the other ...
... spaces distributed into squares, parks and
other areas bearing shady trees to give shelter to tourists –especially
in the summer. The Salto Grande hydroelectrical dam stands 15 kilometers
to the North of the city. A visit to this dam is ideal to understand
the use of the hydric resource to produce energy.
When visiting the Uruguayan littoral area, come along to see Salto, a synonym for hot spring nature all through the year
... the corner. We walked around Salto that morning, but there was nothing to see, so we headed out for the afternoon on the local bus to the hot springs in the next town 30km away called Dayman, and chilled in the hot pools.
The next day we checked out of the hotel and left Salto, heading west across the border back to Argentina. Before we left on the bus station, I bumped into Ciaran a friend from University. It was weird seeing ...