My last day in Uruguay was Punto del Este. I had earlier played around with the idea of going to Punto del Diablo, however it was Semana Santa. Apparently that meant everyone was on vacation and was changing borders. Which of course meant more expensive tickets and harder to get ahold of the tickets. SHIT! So I saw online a cheap ticket, bought it, got a bus back to Montevideo from Punto del Este and felt secure in my plans and ready to enjoy my last day in Uruguay. ON THE BEACH!!!
I woke in the morning to rain. However I had a couple more hours before we had to leave, why the hell was my body waking me up so early, and we were still in Montevideo. AKA we still had a 2 hour bus drive to Punto del Este. The weather at Punto del Este when we arrived though…there were clouds, which concerned us, but they were also moving away. YAY!
The other people in my group wanted to stay the night, so I walked with them as they went to get a hostel. The hostel they stayed at is part of a chain and looks like an awesome place to hang. Especially since it had a kitty!!!!! EEEEEE!!!!
The kitty was so tiny and cute, I could mess around play with it, with just one hand. And it also attacked my bag, the straps on my backpack. Such a feisty little thing. And when it was climbing over my backpack as if trying to get in it, I was silently praying for it to sneak in my backpack so I could inconspicuously smuggle him out. Unfortunately that didn’t happen. But he still made me really happy since I miss my kitty (who is actually a fat cat) at home.
While waiting for the group to get settled in I met a French dude that was cute. I even got his number and facebook info because he is studying in Buenos Aires and that was my next stop. He even said he’d give me a tour of the city….except I forgot about that until AFTER I left Buenos Aires. Damn it. I’m finally social and make friends and I totally ruin it. Sighh…
On brighter news, the sun was still shining when we finally left.
And look at that sea!!! So I start with a pair of jeans, hiking shoes, tank and bathing suit bottom. Bear with me, this actually has pertinence. As soon as I get on the sand, hiking boots had to come off and my feet relished in the sand. It was soft and perfect. The waves called to me and I rolled up my pants. But it wasn’t enough. MORE WATER. So I switched to a pair of sports shorts over my bathing suit bottoms. Good thing I did otherwise I probably would have flashed someone before the end of my adventure…I need some new bottoms… So I kept going in further and further until I got a large splash of water on my tank. Hmm, maybe I should take that off. And then I had to just change into my bathing suit top and go in all the way. ‘Let’s just keep my hair dry.’ Was my last thought before the giant waves submerged me. Well there goes that plan. Haha.
For those of you that know me and how I literally don’t go into water unless it’s 90 degrees Fahrenheit, be proud of me. I WAS THE ONLY PERSON IN THAT WATER. The rest of them were wimps and kept their torso dry as best they could. No one else on the beach was in the water either. Bums.
My curse of never being able to warm up came at me in full force however and I was freezing for the next 12 hours.
Lighthouse, church and art fair. We decided to explore and check out these three tourist places. But as we tried to continue down this one street, it was a wind tunnel. Add some sand to that and we’re talking about some major pain. We had to struggle to keep going, hands over our faces, bodies half turned. Only Victor and I powered through it. And we got a wonderful sight for our efforts.
We ended up taking an alternate route.
By the end we were trying to find a nice spot to watch the sunset right by the water. The wind was so strong it pushed a wave over water right over the wall and soaked Victor. HAHAHA I was scared for the camera and protected it with my body, but I didn’t get wet thankfully. We finally found a spot and waited there for a while despite the high winds and fear of getting wet.
Damn it clouds. Messing up a perfectly good sunset. But it’s good we left when we did. The winds were getting stronger and the clouds made us fear for our dryness. Which was a valid fear as it soon started down pouring as we got to the hostel. Let me tell you, the trip from the hostel to the bus station a couple of hours later was not fun. Neither was my not getting my original ferry and having to stay awake at the terminal all night waiting for the 7 AM ferry back. But that’s not very interesting so I’ll just leave you jealous of my day at the beach.