Hola from Uruguay!

After navigating my way through the port at Buenos Aires, a 1 hour ferry ride away and I´m in Uruguay! It wasn´t just me who who found the whole process confusing - the lady in front complained and she was an Argentinian. The only ticket I could get was in first class, so I enjoyed the champagne, and the top deck view. It´s a little different now, from last time I travelled like this (shared bathrooms, shared rooms, sleeping on overnight trains and boats to save money!!!) - the story may change in a couple of months time (budget permitting).....

Well, Uruguayan men are... interesting..... not sleazy, not amorous, not dangerous - they are a word that defies description in the English language. They are certainly persistent, and maybe chivalrous. I can´t work it out, but I´ve had many an offer to walk me somewhere (even just in the general direction I´m going in) and thankfully they´ve accepted my ¨No, thanks¨ - and I haven´t had to resort to ¨my boyfriend is 8 feet tall and covered in tattoos and rides a motorbike, and he is around that corner and he´s angry so f&%k off¨. I´m going to get the guy at hostel to teach me that one tonight in Spanish, just in case. I think the last bit translates just fine, anyway.

Yesterday I went to La Boca in Buenos Aires, and didn´t get cut up into little pieces (one down, many more like that to go). It´s the home of La Boca Juniors football team, and kind of the Footscray of Buenos Aires... No, actually, more like the Frankston, with a football team. It´s the home of the working class, where the tango was born, and is now as touristy as shyte in the famous tin-house street of Caminito, but it was a lot of fun dancing tango with the Argentinians and wandering around (trying not to get cut up into little pieces).....


I´m in Colonia del Sacramento now - which is heritage listed so pretty cool, cute little place with lots of old stuff to wander round and gawk at. The beaches nearby are nice, but wierd - the water´s brown because it´s a river, albeit the widest one I´ve ever seen (like, an hour on the ferry wide). The beach was the scene of many an offer to be walked home... but watching the kids play soccer on the beach was worth it - amazing.

Apologies for the boring blog. Clearly I didn´t get my 10,000 words in today (I´d have to repeat a lot of Spanish ones over and over again) and am making up for it here.