finally made it out of the country. to uruguay, or actually, República Oriental del Uruguay, which means like republic east of the river uruguay, or maybe the place over there on the other side of the river. so now ive lost my uruguayan followers. damn.
well to make up for it i should mention that its also called southamerican switzerland. tells me they got too much money.. for sure it doesnt have this name for its incredible mountains. a random guy on the bus told me the highest point in the country might be like 500m up. didnt proof that but he might be right..
el campo
crossing colonia, montevideo and going directly to punta del este. the same random guy on the bus said its the acapulco of southamerica. well.. let me tell you, what they got in common is a lot of skyscrapers, tourists and the prices. apart from this nada que ver. but what knows a stranger, i stood there for one afternoon, sleeping on the beach, the hours of not-sleeping i spent travelling the night before. so lets quit with my opinion about punta, the very same night laurine, santiago and me took off to the campo. means going to santis charming country house somewhere in the uruguayan nothingness, away from the beach, away from civilization. nothing out there, apart from cows and sheeps and baby olive trees. but the most amazing sky at night, two million stars.
ah yeah, and how did we get there? rrrright on a jeep. santis lovely 1980 military jeep. any dude of greenpeace would wanna kill us for doing so, but me and myself and i just fell in love with this.. erm car. the most rustical kind of transportation. pictures coming soon.
la pedrera
the next morning, after being creative starting the jeep - battery low - we went on with the trip to la pedrera. pedrera is a village on the atlantic coast of uruguay, with literally nothing more than one main street, a campground, some houses to rent and an amazing beach. aaand hippies, so many young alternative people, dreadlocks everywhere. i love it. well i gotta mention that southamerican hippies in contrast to the ones i know apparently dont shower and dont wear underwear. dislike. anyway, hardcore switch to punta del este :) i felt home instantly.
also, for the kinda austrian weather. who would imagine that where i go for holiday it would be warm and sunny? nooou way, since i am in uruguay there was rain every day and a cool breeze is following us. yeah guys, dont ever wish you get my karma!! but let me forget my aggressions about that, it was a reeeeally nice time in pedrera. we stood in a huge luxury tent few blocks from the beach. awe-some.
from there we went on to see more beach, after two days on the campground we switched over to punta del diablo. another two hours trip on the jeep, in the rain. who would want a serious car, if you could have that? i guess i kinda like to suffer. but we made it, arriving in punta del diablo at a cosy little hut in the woods, rented by santis friends. a hut all made of wood, the size of my living room for.. what, like 8 people? it was cuddly you know. but having a campfire every night and staying three blocks from the biggest club in town makes up for it. a looot. whereas, first, i would question how people here define blocks, there was nothing but woods, second, i gotta mention that there was no town. the club was huge, the village was not. but i lllllove it, the "centro" got a charming atmosphere, as i was told europeans like it. true true.
apart from that, you could possibly rent all town but wouldnt actually find a person that really lives there. another just-holiday-village, well and i guess the whole population of montevideo, which is half of the population of the country (!), had moved to the coast, these villages for holidays.
yes, its summer holiday, and i suppose the first 15 days of january everyone goes somewhere. the places were all full, ah yeah and the club you could barely enter cause there were so many people in. anyways.. we had a blast, spending the days outta civilisation in the woods and the nights in an oversize, overfilled, open-air club. two things to change? get the bugs and spiders out of the hut and tell the clubs dj to quit with cumbia. ah and nacho, quit with the fires. thats dangerous.
do i have to state agaaaain that i fell in love with a place and had a really hard time leaving? i admit im a bad traveller. the days in punta del diablo were definetly beautiful, had that kinda magic, not at last for the people. some time ago my favorite quote was rob machados it always comes down to the people. you realize after seeing some incredible .. well things, towns, buildings, beaches, that a palmtree alone doesnt make you happy. but it gets close to perfect when theres a dude standing next to it with a smile for you.
thanks guys, this trip was AWESOME
upcoming: montevideo story and pictures sooooon
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