Here, the journey takes an unexpected direction, but gladly accepted and useful for the tourist visa expired. Arrival in Punta del Este that is a holiday resort for Argentina and Brazil, a Rimini Atlantic, who died in the winter and unbearably crowded in summer. I take notes from the premises and head north.
Punta del Diablo is a quiet fishing village that over the years saw the arrival of tourism, but retains a quiet and enviable now in spring is very pleasant. Meeting a couple of days before the British had managed to get lost in 2 blocks in search of a hostel that does not exist and their contract with a home for the modest figure of $ 25 per day. A day in the grace of God in pure relaxation. But it is a
Cabo Polonio that manifests the beauty of the Uruguayan coast, a place quite unique, a promontory of sand and grass, low houses made in economics and spread like tents. You can get there on foot after 8km of sand or duped by the driver of a jeep turn.
The water is distributed with a tank and stored in bins and tanks, while the electricity is generated by solar panels. All around the high winds and relentless these days, the constant noise of the sea like a TV that makes the lines, the darkest night that you can not with the stars that have in Lighthouse is the only competitor to their shine. Magical, unexpected scenario.
Wind designs and change the sand dunes and the paths between the houses, the sea is like a winter sings Berta, intimidating and invites you to jump in at the same time, returning pieces of nature, the bodies of seals, lions sea, dolphins, even a whale as big as a sailboat.
On other days the peace that reading a book by the warmth of the fireplace, while outside the wind howls.
Montevideo is a city without its high 'low, without infamy and without praise.
The city center is undone by negligence and some beautiful buildings are completely abandoned to their fate, the port closes the usual Murone along the perimeter. What had been conceived as a station now is a very market friendly, the end point of the pedestrian street that cuts through the entire old town. Garibaldi had a home here, is now a museum (closed), but the interesting thing is that other museums are free. Are not exceptional, but on rainy days is an excellent diversion.
If it were not for Alison Montevideo have known only the British, the Scandinavians and Americans, trapped in the long walks through the pedestrian zone and the nightly activities of the hostel to solve the poor midweek nightlife with barbecue, pizza and whatever ' more.
Instead I have the opportunity to meet a couple of places to montevidense doc and walk through the beautiful and dimly lit public park sipping mate, waiting for dusk and talking about charruas, legitimacy and the ancient inhabitants of these lands , exterminated to the last individual.
The last evening I attend a asado, a grilled meat with rich friends of friends, dancing and merriment. The Uruguayans are quiet and hospitable, maybe a little 'démodée but without the exuberance of Argentina (they say).
Arrive in Colonia del Sacramento to take the hydrofoil to Argentina.
The town is a jewel colonial history, small and tight in its triangular peninsula, with low white houses, bastions of protection, streets and trees, in short, peace and nature. Founded by the Portuguese to cut off sea trade from Buenos Aires, you dribbled more times with the English, who had meanwhile founded Montevideo to obscure the same colony. It is singular how the decline of Portuguese trade gives the city a destination of tourist centers in perfect condition and very well located, we are also here in Spain. Most of the Lusitanian went to go to places not so much as the strategic importance to the landscape. Maybe that's why they have had a rapid decline, but thank God we have left with the knowledge that there is also a way of making aesthetic colonialism.
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