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Published: November 2nd 2012
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Abby and I got up bright and early to start off our day. Since the little bit of cash we had exchanged yesterday was now gone, we decided we'd find an ATM to get more. This took well over an hour as there was a severe language barrier and we couldn't find an ATM that would take American bank cards.
Interesting fact about Uruguay. Abby doubled the Asian population the second she got off the boat. No one here knows what to do with her, and various people have started yelling random Asian words at her as she's walking down the street. I'd feel bad, but it's pretty funny. Second fun fact, most of the people here are white so if I keep my mouth shut I acutally could pass as a local. Well, I take that back. Everyone, I'm talking every single person, is walking around the street with a thermos filled with hot water (which makes no sense since it's 80 degrees out) and this weird wooden cup filled with what I think our tea leaves. I have no idea what it is, but it must be good because it'd be easier to count the people without them
than with.
Apparently it's dia de los muertos here today, which is a pretty big holiday. We know this because as soon as we left our hostel, this small Italian man attacked us and walked us around a few blocks giving us hints of where to go, what to see, what to avoid. He told us that the foo foo fighters were playing downtown and told us he could get us cheap tickets if we wanted to go. We told him we wanted to walk around a litltle bit, but we'd come find him later if thats what we decided to do. As we walked around we got to see the army marching around the streets (I'm assuming this isn't normal) with a band following close behind. After hitting most of the tourist places we decide we want to rent some bikes to hit the boardwalk again.
Turns out it's a great thing we ditched the tiny Italian man when we did (please, we've all seen Taken) because as soon as we walk into the hostel, our hostel owner runs down and goes "I have to talk to you girls" in a tone which leaves me to only
assume either someone has stolen all of our things, or we were about to be taken ourselves. He explained how there was a little Italian man running around telling people that he has become friends with 2 American girls (who looked like us) and then stole money from another guy in our hostel. Our hostel owner was concerned that since we had been gone for a while that we had been kidnapped and told us to avoid Mr. Italiano and if we saw him to tell someone.
We proceeded to thank him for the heads up, then headed down the road to the hostel that we were going to rent the bikes from. We both got bikes which needed a bit of maintenance. My brakes didn't exactly brake so much as squeek and let gravity take care of the rest. We somehow managed to get back on the board walk then blasted off. We went a good 8 miles down the coast before we decided it had been entirely too long since our last beer and that needed to be fixed. We found a cute bar right on the beach that cured this problem. Turns out Abby and I
get A LOT better at spanish and aggressive bike riding after a beer or two, or three...?
Oh also, Abby and I found a torpedo today...that is all.
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Diana
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Torpedo??
So... you can't just end the blog with... oh BTW... we found a torpedo...there must be more tho that story!!