The Devils Point
Trip Start Sep 12, 2011
34Trip End Dec 20, 2011
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Where I stayed
Usually, before visiting somewhere we have read and reread the Lonely Planet section on that place so you usually have a picture in your head of what to expect when you get there. However, in this case the resort was nothing like what the book said. It was full of ramshackle colourful houses with thatched roofs, separated with ´roads´ made of sand. As we were two weeks from the official start of their holiday season, it was super quiet and most places were just starting to open their doors - or build doors...everyone seemed to be ´doing up´ their shops and restaurants.
We had planned on camping but the campsite was miles away so headed instead for the main hostel
The first night we made use of the hostels beach bar and had a few drinks and a nice meal right down by the ocean. Unfortunately, Uruguay is by far the most expensive place we have been so far so drinks were kept to a minimum. The prices here are exactly the same as they would be in the UK. Although, Argentina and Chile weren´t cheap they were at least 15% cheaper when it came to lodgings, food and drink. Although Urugua is just over the border from Argentina and most people live in shacks and ride around in ancient cars and dilapidated scooters they somehow have the most expensive goods. I really do not know how the locals can afford to eat.
The next few days were spent on the beach where I mostly swam and Gemma read. We went for a long walk-run along the beach, which was huge. It proved rather tricky on the way back when we struggled against the wind, sand and incoming tide. It was a long 5 miles walk back!
One thing I have noticed while travelling is that different nationalities seem to favour certain destinations when they travel. For example, the British (at least the people we know) tend to favour NZ, Australia and SE Asia.
In Argentina and Chile we have met a huge number of Germans, French, Belgians, Scandanavians, Canadians and Dutch but almost no Brits, Aussies or Americans. Randomly, there has also been a very large number of Israelis. Having never met an Israeli my entire life I have met at least 30 of them here.
Based on the number of Aussies and Yanks in Punta Del Diablo its clear that Uruguay is on the travel itinerary of these nationalities. (It may also be because they dont have to pay a 150$ for a visa like they do in Argentina and Chile.)
We have come to agree that the European and Scandanavian travellers make for better company. (no offence) More considerate and interesting....unlike the guests at this hostel. Unfortunately for us, we were subjected to some of the worst chat during our stay here...consisting of things like "Oh my god, last night I took a photo of you and then put it on Facebook and then this morning I had 5 likes
It was dreadful. I was imagining my friend Ryan from Scotland (a man who is incredibly intolerant of bad chat) cutting his wrists after listening to these excruciating conversations.
Embarassingly, some of the worst banter in the world was being orchestrated by someone who was telling people he was Scottish. With a frightfully posh English accent and wrist limper than a dead fish he was about as Scottish as the Queen. He also had a little mute ginger man slave (his boyfriend) that he dragged around with him just so he always had someone to listen to his shit chat.
While in Punta I decided to attempt some surfing. When I say surfing I was actually just trying not to drown. The sea was pretty damn rough and I am no Kelly Slater so most of my time was spent thrashing around in the white water. Though, I did catch a few waves and it was infinitely more fun than sitting on the beach.