Carmelo

We went to the bus station the next morning after breakfast. Breakfast was ok, but we met Terry, a travel writer from Miami, and she was very cool and gave me some ideas. One of the sites she works for publishes travel articles submitted, so I´m hoping I will something to say and they will publish it. :) At the bus station we had to decide where to go next. We are both incapable of making a decision so we spent two hours (!) looking at our options and narrowing it down to four main choices that consisted of going back to Buenos Aires directly or via Carmelo, another Uruguayan town. We opted to take the 1:30pm bus to Carmelo and then leave the following afternoon on a river boat to Tigre, Argentina with a connecting bus to BA. Well, the bus was actually at 1:00 and we missed it. So we got some McDonalds´s for lunch (I know, I know) and then decided to go for the 4:30pm bus to Carmelo and stick with the same following day plan. We did some emailing (had to tell Scott our new plan and that we wouldn´t be able to see him again) and then got an ice cream at the last minute, almost causing me to miss the bus. Once in Carmelo, we chose a hotel but it turned out they were without hot water for the night, so we found another. This one was ok - two beds, a bathroom of our own, and another two beds for our luggage. Perfect. The shower rained down on the toilet, but it was hot and I used the bidet as a shelf for my shampoos and such. It worked. We grabbed some dinner at a fancy looking cheap place and it was wonderful. I got....more pasta. After dinner we walked to the river, a block from our hotel, and we had a friendly dog that accompanied us. He was hilarious, bouncing on sticks and carrying things around. Until he took Christoph´s show and ran away. We had to catch up and get it back. I exchanged a very handsome stick for this shoe and it worked. We got back to the hotel and the dog waited outside, very much looking like we would let him in. But no.

It rained all night and the next morning was still cloudy. We walked for an hour, saw everything, and then went for lunch. Pasta. Then it started to really rain. We waited it out a little, but then had to get on to exchange our pesos for Argentinian pesos. It took three banks before they had the right change to do it and then we went to the hotel, got our luggage, and headed to the boat. It was a cloudy and rainy day, so I read and Christoph slept. In Tigre we went through to get our passports stamped and then got on the bus for an hour. We were going home. Chau chau Uruguay. Maybe another time.

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