Sunday, March 8, 2009

My Unforgettable 21st Birthday...

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...was spent in Cabo Polonio, Uruguay, population 80 people, 90 diseased dogs, and thousands of fleas.

Above is a photo of our shack, and us waiting outside in the rain for the monster truck to come carry us away. (Little did we know that there wouldn't be another bus out for six and a half hours.)


(My bedroom)


(The shower...also the bathroom)

Cabo Polonio is first and foremost a beach town, and seeing as it was pretty much raining for the entire time, there wasn't much to do once we had visited the 6 little vendor stands and climbed the lighthouse (which is not called "casa de luz", just so you know for future reference). Below you'll find a view of the entire town...



We spent the better part of the trip sitting in the one open restaurant drinking wine and watching the waves and the rain. Really that's about all we did in the 18 hours we were there. The people (all three of them) in the restaurant were very nice, and we practiced lots of Spanish, sang some songs, and ate a couple meals there. The waiter even brought me some flan with a candle in it!



Somehow we slept in the icky beds in the icky house (it helped that there was no electricity so we could not see where we were sleeping) and the following morning (my real birthday) we woke up to a drippy roof, and that brings us back to the first photo of this post. We caught the monster truck (here's a shot of ours from when we first arrived) intending to catch the bus that should have come at 8:40am.



We got the the bus stop, it was pouring rain by then, and waited for a bit. No bus. Nikki and Alison went to ask when the bus would be coming and discovered that since it was raining there would only be one bus...at 3pm...
They asked to use the phone to call a cab to get us into a town. No minutes left on the phone...So they asked to buy a phone card from the little stand next door..."The kiosco won't be opening today because it's raining..."
Not taking no for an answer, but ready to kill someone, Alison found an old man to drive us into town in the back of his truck for UY$400 pesos. They assured us there would be more buses leaving from the terminal there in Castillos. Turns out the bus didn't leave there until 2:45...the same bus we would have caught. Fine, we say, we're in a town at least! Turns out Castillos has the highest suicide rate in Uruguay, because there's nothing to do there...
seriously.

Anyhow, we eventually made our way back to Montevideo, hooked up with the rest of our travel group and some new friends found in Punta del Diablo, and the new friends took us out for a fabulous Asado! It was a grand old party and we went out later and they sang me happy birthday in 6 languages!



Back to our familiar and comfortable hostel for the evening, and then we caught the Buquebus ferry home in the AM. Can you see how happy we are to be going home? It was a great trip, and I'd do it all again, but it certainly got a bit tense at times! For 9 people to head of on an adventure like that when half had only known one another for 24 hours is pretty crazy, but the fact that we all came home fabulous friends is a gift!

1 comment:

Tina M. said...

Wow, what an adventure! At least you can look back when you're old and say "yeah, I DID that". :)

Happy Birthday to you! Again, how awesome is it that you got to spend yours so uniquely?

Just so you know, my verification word is "bootio". I thought you'd get a kick out of that. :P

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