3 Cheers for Pilsen

Trip Start Oct 20, 2009
Trip End Jun 23, 2010

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Hostel Colonial

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Friday, October 30, 2009

Colonia, Uruguay.

I noticed the staff at this Hostel Colonial were not as kissy as at the last Hostel Suites, where everyone who came to work got kissed by fellow staff members, boys with boys and girls alike. They said it would be an insult if you did not kiss your fellow staff members.

This Hostel Colonial was very quaint and homely with lots of little notices everywhere with funny English translations, we had some laughs at them Lynn and I. So after we unloaded the panniers and gear from the bikes, got our hot clothes off and chose our bunk beds, Lou and Des rode the bikes into the Hostel foyer, over the big doorstep which the manager put 2 blocks by, so the front wheels could negotiate the huge step. Lynn and I left that job to the fellas, we just photographed.

We heard a very loud loud-speaker outside and turned to see a very old guy on a tiny little motor bike with huge megaphone cones front and back, and a tape recording of some event happening in town. It looked so funny and filled the air with noise. No one else took any notice.

As soon as humanly possible we hightailed it to the nearest pub…….luckily just next door! The waitress offered us 1 litre bottles of beer and we ordered 2. That's quite a lot of beer in one bottle, but boy did it go down a treat! I don’t normally drink, but I think I could develop a taste for icy cold Uruguayan Pilsen beer. While we were having our drinks, many young people were riding up and down the streets on their little motor bikes, none had helmets and all looked very free and happy. Some were sitting side saddle on their motorbikes with the big Pilsen beers in their hands. Some motorbikes had 3 or 4 people on them, some families, some just girlfriends. One fellow was texting or making a call on his mobile while negotiating a corner.  There seemed to be no road rage, very few traffic lights, the odd cop and lots of riders were waving to shop owners or riding in tandem chatting. It was a wonderful sight for us to just sit outside the pub and observe. Des was envious of the guy who was passenger on his girlfriend’s motorbike and was holding her breasts for support!
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