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Published: April 7th 2008
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Beach Life
Brightening up a cloudy day I guess some of you may have been wondering where i've been the last few weeks and why my blogs suddenly stopped, well it was nothing to do with getting kidnapped, turns out Justin Timberlake felt threatened when he saw me and so bought my silence in a vain attempt to stop me from reaching my public.....good luck trying to silence me!!
Getting serious for just a moment, as a lot of you are probably aware, I have actually been home for the last three weeks due to the death of my father. It's been a pretty tough time and I did consider whether I should return to South America and if I should carry on writing these or not. After thinking about it, sitting around moping in the UK was definitely not what my Dad would have wanted and I owe it to my friends and family, who have been really good in their support over the last few weeks to finish what I started. The next two blogs explain all the action form the end of March when we left Brazil and made our way down to Uruguay.
We arrived by bus into one of the busiest,
Punte Del Este
With an awesome sea mist! most luxurious beach resorts in the whole of South America, Punte Del Este....home of the young, the beautiful, and the rich! Or at the very least it was a week before we arrived. (A Brazilian girl that I sat next to on the bus journey, had already given me a heads up that the holiday season for the locals finished a week earlier. She also mentioned that we were heading into the Uruguayan equivalent of Eastbourne. Apologies to anyone living in Eastbourne reading this, but chances are you stumbled upon my blog by accident whilst trying to operate your wireless!)
Imagine a UK beach resort that is still sunny, with absolutely no people and you are pretty much there. We spent a day mooching about, enjoying the beach and entertaining ourselves in the usual manner, whilst waiting for our onwards bus to La Paloma. One thing we had noticed is that the temperature had dropped somewhat by comparison to our time on the south coast of Brazil.
On the drive to La Paloma, we also noticed that there is a lot more green in the scenery than in the other South American countries, im no expert but I
It came from the sand......
A cool sculpture on the beach in Punte Del Este. Imaginitively titled...La Mano, bet you cant guess what that translates too. put this down to the fact that a large part of their industry is agriculture. Upon arrival that evening, we headed to the hostel we had booked, which the tourist information advised us was in the middle of the woods. With nightfall approaching we were in no mood for a repeat of the Blair Witch, so using every shred of our survival knowhow, partnered with mans very instict of survival, we navigated our way through the treacherous strech of almost deserted woodland til we found home for the night! (the friendly local that led us there also helped somewhat!) On arrival, a Blair Witch style encounter seemed the lesser of two evils, this place was more like a boot camp, or damp depending on if we're talking about the beds or not!
After changing hostel the following morning, we checked out the sights this small surf town had on offer. 10 Minutes later, after looping round them twice we had some lunch. La Paloma is ideal during the busy season if you are a surfer, unfortunately when we arrived it was even more deserted than Punte was! I was starting to suspect that there had been some kind of
The mysterious Nazca Lines strike again....
How did these ancient markings get in the sand, and what do they mean...... nuclear holocaust that had wiped out all civilisation in Uruguay! I've seen more people in a lift! Im scratching my head sitting here writing this to remember what we actually spent three days doing other than arguing! There wasn't much surfing going on as there either wasn't any surf or the water was too cold (wetsuits were a must!)
After 3 days of eating, mooching and arguing, we headed back to Punte Del Este. Punte is a beautiful place and we were all disappointed that we didnt get to experience it properly. Our time in the beach resorts, was beginning to wear as thin as the crotch in the one pair of boxers I brought away travelling with me.
So Brad and I decided to head West to the capital of Montevideo, whilst C-Mac enrolled in surf school in Punte.....cowabunga! (yes I know how old that makes me sound saying that but i dont care)
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