The middle of nowhere!
.... bring a jumper!
Maggie, her friend Vanessa and I headed off for the beaches in Uruguay on a windy Wednesday morning. To say the ferry crossing was choppy would be an understatement. It was a rollercoaster ride and more than one person was vomitting (loudly) into the provided white sick bags. It took all my yoga breathing and will power to find a happy place to go to so i didn´t join in the orchestra. We finally pulled into Colonia del Sacremento and caught a bus to Montevideo, the capital of Uruguay where we caught another bus to Cabo Polonia. A day of transit if you will.
We finally arrived at Cabo Polonia at 6pm.
Maggie had heard of the place in an article she read whilst waiting to get her travel injections. Fate would have it that we needed them! The rustic charm of Cabo Polonia is that it´s situated amongst sand dunes and the only way to reach it is via a 30 minute 4x4 drive over the said dunes. As we drove along the beach, the atlantic ocean lapping at the shore on either side of us and the sun going down, it was bloody freezing! Clearly everyone had got the memo and was wearing suitable attire, we were in shorts and t-shirts thinking it was the beach and sop would of course be hot all the time. We also had no where to stay as the emails we sent the hostel were returned with an automated response saying "we don´t have internet at the moment". So we were cold, without a place to stay and we had one hour to find somewhere before the last 4x4 truck back to the road went.
Sunset from our balcony
Challenge Annika! When we finally pulled up to the "town" we realised why they had no internet and also realised that we might need Annika´s skills. The town consists of shacks, thrown up without rhyme or reason (or planning permission) and there is no electricity after 9pm. The "hostels" are in fact shacks with bits of plywood between them to create rooms and are run by families .... We were in the wild!
Fortunately we did manage to find a "hotel" for the bargain of $20 per night, per person. The pictures tell you just how luxurious our family run hotel was. The family actually slept outside on bunk beds under a plastic sheet. They had jumpers though! Thank god the beaches were beautiful and in the day the sun was scorching hot.
It was great to be far away from the maddening crowds and most of the people here are locals or Argentinans so my Spanish had a good run. The place is a hippy haven with more guitars, bongos and mate cups per square km than people or sand! We were sent to sleep each night by people playing, not always well, into the night. It also had more mozquitos than people and they were clearly hungry. After wrapping myself in various towels, blankets and sarongs to stave off any potential bed bugs all you could see was the top of my head. When i woke the final morning i resembled quasimodo with over 30bites on my head. Clearly i had been dinner for the entire population of Mozzies. they´d also managed to find my feet and bite them including the soles of my feet. Thank god for the injections!