A Horse of a time in Montevideo...
Montevideo Travel Blog› entry 11 of 11 › view all entries
M - Miss this city if possible, the town planner deserves to be shot! McDonalds reigns supreme here!
O - Obessed with statues especially ones depicting rather funny looking horses
N - Noted for its port facilities, pity only ships can berth on high tide....
T - Theatre (open air), one of the few highlights where beer is actually sold YEAH!
E - Empty streets after 8pm, thought 1.5 million people lived here?
V - Visas, if suffering from stress advisable not to attempt this process here, youll kill yourself!
I - Infested with abnormally large mosquitoes, if dengue fever strikes an epidemic is certain!
D - Dirty buildings, dirty streets too much filth....
E - Entertaining oneself in Montevideo.
O - Overly generous, nice and passionate people which is the saving grace for this city!
well as you can obviously tell my time in Montevideo has been somewhat disappointing and a big dampener on my uruguayian experience. Now i look for the best in everything: place, person or activity but seriously this city is lacking some cultural umphh! With all my brazen might and willingness to walk km upon km i have tried my best to uncover, invent even conjuror up some enjoyment within this place but the dirty, unfashionable buildings, miserable dogs, overflowing rubbish bins, empty streets, half full discoteks have gradually decayed any happiness that i had coming to this place.
We spent the weekend cruising the nightlife. Well to be exact we spent friday night at ´the strip´ in the old city, where all the best clubs/pubs/discoteks are supposed to be. My highlight of the evening... walking the rain soaked cobled streets in flip flops which happened to be rather notorious, had several blowouts, slipped on my arse, kept me entertained for about half an hour. Whereas the ¨strip¨ precinct is comparable to a relly bash, actually seeing your grandmother getting wasted by herself and dancing in the family´s back shed is probably more exciting!! As one of my mates would say would have had more fun watching my own poo dry, that was the severity of the situation!! Because of this we decided not to go back there but out with our local mates the following evening to an amusement park.
Everyone was pumped for the amusement park, this we were told was the place to be, once you stepped off the bus you were in carnival! Images of an american style fair crossed with some latin spice (rather than clowns, maybe some half naked meringe fire twirling señoritas, elephants doing backflips just the standard stuff) were thumping through my brain... We stepped of the bus only to be greeted by an old man missing all his front teeth and rambling in broken spanish, ´no parque cerrado esta noche´ (no park closed tonight). My bubble of fun, shattered. In the distance we could hear some commotion from an open air theatre so trying to salvage a bleak situation we made tracks. We totally scored... an award ceremony (in spanish) for students (similar to a rock estediford but with no musicals just speaking)! However, i turned this situation into a rather enjoyable experience, mingling with locals, cheering, hooting and pretending to understand and speak spanish all of which was drastically helped by the fact that the venue sold beer! I left rather tipsy.
Yep, it was a sunday and there was not a soul too be found, we walked aimlessly around for an hour, the boys feeding on Mcdonalds as the only 12 stores in a 7 block radius open were macca´s! However, we managed to stumble upon a huge open market where you could get absolutely anything. We had a good time prorusing and purchasing some goodies and with our spirits high we thought yep lets take some backstreets home maybe we will stumble upon some other random events, places or people... This was wishful thinking, 5 hours and 20km later we finally returned to our hostel with more than enough photos of statues, a self tour of a run down chemical plant under our belt, several offerings from 60 year hookers and memories of a city in derrelict.
Having walked most the city and seen the sites (statues) we have spent a good part of our time in the hostel playing table tennis, chess and watching the movie channel even mixing it up and watching the discovery channel in spanish. What was funny today though was seeing an old epidsode of the Crocodile Hunter Diaries on tv in spanish. Its hilarious they have no translation for words like ´crickey´, so this dodgy spanish voice is rattling off all these words abnormally fast then suddenly stops and steves voice comes on ´crikey mate´! Im in stitches everytime. Our other form of amusement has been nicknaming all the weirdos that HI hostels seem to attract. Today Vietnam Santa (claus) came to stay. He is a 70 year dude whos every second word is f%&k, wears full length oldskool adidas tracksuit with a nike sweatband, some how I think he may be Axel Roses father!!!
Im dreadfully sorry to report such miserable news on Montevideo or to write in spite of the place but this I think is not a city for world travellers even those that stay here for a night are disappointed, it is a shame! But if you like iron clad horses with funny looking men on them then Montevideo is the place for you!! Tommorrow im off to Brazil, Florianopolis on a 20hr bus ride should be enjoyable and im sure my next entry will be more upbeat till then keep on keeping on!!!