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Published: April 2nd 2007
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The party split with Carla and JJ following the coast North to Plaza del Toros along the ramblas, and me heading south on the bike to Playa Ferrando.
It was late afternoon already by the time I set off on my rented bicycle. I took General Flores out of the old town and a nice lady gave me directions to a short cut through the shopping centre car park which took me to a dirt road. The dirt road ended onto a tarred road where I asked a couple of boys for directions.
"Donde esta la Playa Ferrando?"
"todo derecho y al fondo y a la derecha"
"gracias"
"Muy linda"
"!!??!?"
The road passed a large nature reserve on the left and a large industrial park on the right, at the end of it was a quiet suburbia of simple houses that had the feel of a caravan park. I could sense the water directly ahead of me but had to take the road to the right to get to it.
Though in theory I am aware we are on the banks of the Rio de la Plata not the ocean but I was still surprised to see
the "beach" which is not surprisingly a riverbank. For the most part the riverbank was deserted with scattered patches of people. Dogs chased plastic bottles thrown by their owners and bit without satisfaction at the evasive plastic surface. Mate was ubiquitously sipped and suckled all round.
By the riverside I had the impression that I could walk on water. A flat plain of sand was met by a flat plain of water without the interruption of surging waves. The Rio de la Plata has its own agenda and passes us all by on the way to the sea.
So here I am in Colonia, an island off the coast of Argentina as we were informed by some misinformed tourist. The bells were ringing in Santo Christo, and the doves rose from the roof in the golden evenng and circled away over the lottery shops of O´Reilly Street and the banks of Obispo; little boys and girls, almost indistinguishable in sex as bids streamed out from the School of the Holy Innocents in their black and white uniforms, carrying their little black satchels. Our Man in Havana - Graham Greene.
I return to the hotel and check my
email on the way. I get this message from Everard.
From : Everard Tarascio
Sent : Sunday, 1 April 2007 12:12:49 AM
To : "valeria vine"
Subject : Coming back from Uruguay
Hi Pi-wei, don't know if you will get this before I get back. Would be really appreciated if I could take my stuff to your place and stay the night on Sunday, as I have to be out of my apartment next day by midday, etc. Will call after I get back. It's been amazing for me in Carmelo - tell you about it when I see you.
besos to you & JJ another message from Jesus read......
From : Jesus Carlos Alvarez
Sent : Sunday, 1 April 2007 10:13:34 PM
To : "valeria vine"
Subject :
Piweilina,
? when you come back Buenos Aires?
No Me olvide....
Besos y Carinos
Jesus
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Everard
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My luggage
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