Punta del Este Travel Blog› entry 6 of 10 › view all entries
It had to be done. Three hours from a new country, a beach town labeled 'the St. Tropez of South America', and a chance at one last squeeze of summer before a lengthy expedition in Patagonia. It's a tricky balance between 'keeping sight of your goals' and realizing that one goal of traveling is not to have them. Am I 'going with the flow' (part of the traveler's credo), or just taking the path of least resistance... is there a difference? Wait a second, I'm thinking to much.
Here I am, on a beautiful beach, with nothing to do but walk two blocks to the hostel in time to cook free fish.
So 'Punta' was not all it was cracked up to be, but perhaps delightfully so. While devoid of any 'local' experience or celebrity sightings once promised, nice beaches, laziness, sunsets, and a bounty of new friends, food wine and cheer provided a nice cap to the subtropical slice of my South American tour (nevermind the fact that winter is creeping dangerously closer). A great hostel made all the difference in this case, so props to '1949' (whatever that means), which functions both as hostel and local bar, attracting all manner of people (including said American-Uruguayan dual national). A comfortable base for our exhausting itinerary of planning the trip back to Buenos Aires, the proximity of the hostel to the bus station meant we almost succeeded in leaving on time; almost.
About now you're probably thinking that this blog post (and my Punta jaunt) is a shameless waste of time. But fear not; as the photo album will show, I got my historical perspective from a lovely 30 second tour of the Uruguayan Navy, and my cultural vegetables in meeting my first Scottish friend. There was even a casino in the ferry. OK, forget it.