Up the apple to get the dog...
Trip Start Sep 15, 2009
26Trip End Jan 28, 2010
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It was a long day of travel from Buenos Aires and there was nothing more desired than a hot meal and some good company to mingle with. Fortunately for us, luck was on our side and we received both as well many many laughs with new faces and the best room in the house.
Thank you Ian for all of the laughs.Last night we cooked our first meal of the trip, and quite honestly it was rewarding to be in the kitchen again for both of us
Ian is 23 from Manchester, UK and one of his lessons of his travels - on his 13th month of an 18 month journey around the world - was a bit of cockney for our learning. The British rhyming slang form of tongue, that is quite comical. ¨Up the Apple¨ is up the apples and pears to Bedfordshire, which rhymes to ¨stairs.¨ ¨Dog¨is ¨dog and bone¨ which rhymes with ¨phone.¨ So... Up the apple to get the dog, means... up the stairs to get the phone. Now keep in mind, we have no relevence to getting a phone in this story, it´s just piece of our evening to share.
El Diablo Tranquilo is hostel placed atop a sandy knoll looking east to the crashing tubes of the Atlantic Ocean. It is a hostel built by a backpacker, Brian, who makes the great attempts to create a home away from home and include every bit of detail astonishes you every time you glimpse at something new.
Our room is Suite num
The town of Punta del Diablo is very quiet this time of year as the locals and the landscape await the high season of summer. Fishing boats are anchored to the shoreline while the tide retreats to the sea, the wind blows at howling gusts throwing sand through the streets, and the only sound to be heard is the crashing of 2 meter rollers against the bare white sandy beaches.
Today we casually took to the day, it seems to be the ongoing attitude in Punta del Diablo. It´s a sign when breakfast doesn´t start until 9 am... We unexpectedly stepped out to a neatly placed tray of breakfast outside of our room door, a comment made to us last night that what we thought was a joke, but just seems to be the ongoing level of hosiptality in this wonderful mystery of a place.
The day was cool with high winds, blowing sand, scattered clouds. A day that reminds you of a midwest autumn. We strolled down the sand streets in search of lunch. The buildings beautifully clutter the landscape with vibrant colors of red, pink, yellow, blue, and green. The designs are something out of a Frank Lloyd Wright sketch book. The day became to cool to enjoy so we happily returned home for a warm bowl of soup and book reading near the fireplace.
Just before dinner a few of the lads eagerly ran to the beach with the surfboards in towe to catch some waves. Leah was fortunate to get some shots of the crazy cats in wetsuits. I might wait until the water gets above 40 F...