Moby Dick Rides Again
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This morning we woke up early so that we could pack and clean before meeting Angeles, the apartment manager, at 9:00am to check out. I have to say, the apartment looked pretty good by the time she arrived and did her walkthrough. I guess she agreed, because she promptly handed us back our deposit.
We bid farewell to Angeles, and then went downstairs to have a final cafe con leche y medialuna at our little coffee shop downstairs. No Starbucks for me today. Then we cabbed over to the port where our Buquebus-operated ferry was waiting for us. The ferry would take us over to Colonia del Sacramento in Uruguay, and from there we would bus down to Punta del Este.
The ferry terminal was pretty sweet and very modern looking.
Anyway, the one hour ferry ride went very quickly, and amazingly smooth considering the speed we travelled and the surface we were travelling over (i.
When we arrived in Colonia, we were quickly shuffled over to the bus - no time to hang out in Colonia, which is supposed to be a very beautiful and quaint little town. This is the second time I've missed it!
Anyway, the bus ride down to Punta was slow, but we made it. Our hotel, Hotel Ajax, was close to the bus terminal so that was convenient for Adam who didn't have a nifty backback like me but rather had a sophisticated roller bag. We walked the 500 meters and checked in. The hotel seemed nice enough. I felt right at home, back to hostel-type accommodations - Adam and I would be sharing a room and bathroom this weekend since it was theoretically the PEAK weekend in Punta and places were pricey and full.
We put our bags down and pretty much immediately went out exploring the town while it was still light. I explained to Adam that one of the "things" to do in Punta is to go down to the Puerto district, sit on the rocks or beach wall, and watch the sunset. So off we went.
But quickly our stomachs took over and we made a slight detour to La Pasiva (I think that's the name) where we had a "snack" of chivitos y papas fritas. A chivito is pretty much a heart stopper - beef patty, ham, egg, and some lettuce and tomato on a roll. Yum.
After that brief and necessary stop, THEN we headed out on our walk.
At this point, Adam had had enough and he decided to go back to the hotel to tend to www.socketsite.com. Since sunset was a mere hour away, I decided to sit on the rocks and watch the sun go down...only after buying a can of beer, of course. I'll put a few pics up. They aren't the prettiest sunsets visually, but it's something about the overall setting - the point, the boardwalk, the rock wall, the boats moored nearby, the open ocean, the other people (mostly couples and families) watching too - that is just really neat.
On my way home, I decided to walk past my old hang out place, Moby Dick. (If any of you have read my blog from last year's Christmas/New Year's trip to Punta del Este, you'll know that I spent more time at Moby Dick than I did at my hotel or the beach - and I probably own a small piece of it!) I wanted to see if any of my old friends were there. Lo and behold, as I walked by, I thought I saw Andrea inside and maybe some others too. Just before entering, though, I realized I wasn't in the most presentable outfit - still in my gubbies - so I figured I'd go home to shower and change and then head back down to the pub and make my grand entrance, a mere 360 days from when I had my last red bull / vokda there.
Back at the hotel, I told Adam my plan.
On my way down to Moby Dick, as I walked down Gorlero Street, I heard a "Hola! Hola!" When I turned around, I was delightfully surprised to see Felipe standing there with a big smile. Felipe is a 21-year old Brazilian guy who worked at Mia Sushi last summer with Rocio. He and I had a few crazy nights out at Moby Dick and neighboring Mambo and Pony Pisador. He only speaks Portuguese and Spanish, no English, so we stood on the sidewalk and rapped for a minute in espanol.
I asked him to join me down at Moby Dick for a drink while I waited for Adam. He agreed. So we walked down to the Puerto district and grabbed a sidewalk table at Moby Dick. Pretty immediately, I recognized some of the staff and said my hellos. They recognized me, too - or at least did a good job pretending. Antonio, the owner. Mario, the bartender. Andrea, my favorite waitress in the world. Also another bartender and another waitress who's names escape me right now. But all very friendly and fun.
Felipe and I downed a couple of beers, people watched, chatted in espanol, and waited for Adam to arrive - which he did promptly at 11:30.
I hate to say it, but the rest of the night (and you might even say up to this point) was pretty uneventful. We sat at the table for a while, then we went inside Moby Dick for a while, and then we lost Felipe in the crowd (never to be seen again - oops - bye Felipe!). At one point, Adam and I went next door to the club Mambo, where a fashion show was just ending. That was kind of fun to watch. And then the club turned back into a club. But since we don't dance real well to "reggaton", and since we didn't really have our game faces on anyway, we took off.
A final cruise through Moby Dick proved uneventful as well - though the pretty people had showed up by now - and we noted that we need to go out later.