Punta del Este - huge let down
Trip Start Mar 17, 2008
33Trip End Jun 08, 2008
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So much anticipation, so little reward. The early start (6am) and bus journey were fine, we arrived into Punta full of excitement after following the coast road for several miles and seeing unending sandy bliss. Things only started going downhill when we got in a cab. You can tell we've been away a while, 2.50 for a 3 minute ride we thought extortionate, should have been about 15p!!
Our hotel looked fab from the outside - on reflection, perhaps that's where we should have stayed. Now, we spend quite a lot of our lives in hotels, so maybe booking a swish one on this trip was asking for trouble, but given that reception is where first impressions are made - the receptionist on duty when we arrived didn't even say welcome to the AWA hotel, her opening remark was "check in isnīt until 2pm". Immediately I disliked her and everything she represented. To make matters worse, turning up with backpacks is clearly not the thing to do in a nice Punta hotel
Nonetheless we headed out (we were begrudgingly informed they might be able to get our room ready by midday) to the beach full of hope that the day would improve. It did not. Punta was officially shut and in recognition of this the fabulous weather about which youīve read repeatedly had shut down too. Punta del Este, the St Tropez of S America is more like a dreary Herne Bay when the sun ainīt shining. A walk along the beach, soft sand between our toes, freezing water splashing right up my trouser legs and miles of empty beach cheered us a little bit - well GB had a good laugh at my soaking at least; and thus we strolled back to the AWA to check in.
The rest of the day was spent wandering around deserted streets but for a few die hard surfers and the S America equivalent of the blue rinse brigade. No one smiles there either...
To dinner then, and we decided we would eat in the hotel - the single best decision we made all day. The food was outstanding
Day 2 - Friday March 28th
I awoke to rain crashing against the window. I went back to sleep. I awoke again to GB fiddling with the air con. I went back to sleep. I awoke a third time to itching mozzie bites, itching, itching, itching - and grey skies. Our Punta dream was not playing out as expected.
After deciding a run was out of the question (I couldnīt be bothered) we enjoyed a nice breakfast - great spread, fresh fruit, freshly baked muffins, OJ that had been squeezed with the peel still on (why would you do that?), and individual pots of heavenīs own spread, dulce de leche. All this washed down with nicely stewed coffee and a Yakult (that should get things moving...)
After several (GB would say endless) hours we took a break, GB went to the spa (well fitness room with a jacuzzi in the corner!) - did another 6km on the treadmill and flooded the gym whilst taking a shower (I canīt work out how). I went for a walk to the beach and got 45 minutes of sun on my back. Shorts and tee-shirt rolled right up all I needed was the hanky on my head - but then whatīs the problem, thereīs no one here to see me look like an idiot is there!
Back in the hotel and more route planning research pays off. Weīve edited our itinerary so many times today itīs actually got less on it than when we started this morning, but at least weīve found a route that will get us where we need to be
We nipped to the supermarket and troughed on lovely quiche, cherry tomatoes and cheese, then ordered a nice glass of wine back at the hotel while we waited for our taxi. Of course the cab arrived early - and necking vino blanco is not nice; but somehow having that one pleasure foreshortened was only appropriate given the last 2 days. Incident free ride to the airport, smooth check-in, good bottle of beer and travel journal updated (Eloise thanks for such a great present - weīve written and stuck things in every day - itīs already unique) simply lured us into a false sense of security. Even larking about in duty free taking photos of me in various sunglasses (you canīt enjoy them by the way because it looks like weīve left the bloody camera cable in ****!!!!** Punta) belied the 90 minute delay we would endure, the plane went technical. Our scheduled Parilla in BA became a bag of ham flavoured chip sticks on the flight and now itīs 12.40am and weīre sat in our B&B in BA (very nice it is too) having a good old rant on the blog to rid ourselves of 2 days less than perfect travelling.
BUT, do not fear, we are leaving at 6.15am (yep thatīs less than six hours away) for Patagonia, a trip that promises much. Our spirit of adventure and excitement has not been dampened at all, although the irony of calling our latest blog "Chilling in Uruguay" should not be lost on anyone! GB has even said that if I canīt find the lead for the camera we can have a new one - maybe. I assume sheīll be dusting off her credit card then...but in fact Iīm informed she doesnīt have one. Oh happier days are on the way.
Love to one and all from the undeterred Pablo and Carmen xx