Get me out of here

Trip Start Sep 2005
Trip End Sep 2006

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Tuesday, November 29, 2005

As recommened in the Lonely Planets "must do" list, I took a bus up to Punta del Diablo early last week, which turned out to be a bit of a disaster. I must be getting a real travellers nose at this stage, because I just knew when the bus pulled into the town that something wasn't right. I seriously thought of getting straight back on again. But I saw 2 gringos getting on the bus who said that there was accommodation and that the place was just laid-back quiet. So I took my chance.

One problem was the season hadn't started yet, and the place was geared towards groups of surfers and families. So the only accommodation was houses for 4-6 people, which I definitely didn't want to take. Eventually, and I mean after an awful lot of walking in midday sun with a heavy rucksack, I found a youth hostel, which hadn't opened up yet for the season, but they agreed to let me stay. It was a dorm with 36 beds and myself. Creepy. The only company I had were thousands of mosquitos who hadn't had anything to eat since last season. I couldn't find my 100% pure DEET insect repellant. Luckily, I had a fullproof mosquito net which did the job. Still and all, I slept fairly lightly that night.

To make things worse I could hardly understand a thing the locals said. Their spanish seemed to have the equivalent of a Cork accent. Technically it was spanish, though this place is on the border with Brazil, they speak a type of spanglish, spanish/portuguese. After repeating the word for yellow about 6 times, some woman had to actually point to something yellow for me to understand that she was saying "amarillo". If in doubt use the finger. They also speak really fast which doesn't help. That's my excuse anyway.

The other problem with the town was that there was no cooked food. The only hot food was a little place that sold empanadas (pies) at the beach. They were delicious, especially the seafood and cheese, but noone told me that she closed early. Pretty much whenever the mood took her, sometimte in the afternoon. People then said that there were other restaurants along the beachfront which only opened up at about 10 at night. (The Lonely Planet was useless) When I went searching for them there was nothing. I went back to my empty dorm absolutely starving and vowed to get the first bus out of the town the next day, and return to the lovely Hotel Windsor, which really did seem lovely compared to the hostal.
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