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Uruguay 2 - Punta Del Diablo & Chuy? |
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Uruguay was more than we ever expected and Punta Del Diablo was the pinnacle. It�s about 100km from the Brasilian border and has one of the wildest beaches I�ve seen with wind lashing the dunes, rocks roiling the sea, surfers scoping for waves, and people sunbathing between the fishing boats pulled up right on the beach. The town itself is nothing more than a sand road lined with a few stalls selling crafts, sunscreen and beer and foodstands exclusively carrying empanadas and fish & chips. There�s no real backpacker infrastructure and the bar scene consists of a couple of beach side taverns that turn into discotheques at around 2am and spill out onto the beach where fires burn until the sun comes up.
We camped again and were once again treated to the warmth and hospitality of our neigbouring Uruguayans. This time it was a group of diehards from Montevideo & Buenos Aires (you�ll find it hard to meet anyone from anywhere else in Uruguay). They�d dubbed themselves Los Tiburones and after a couple of nights spent eavesdropping on their campfire music they invited us to join them, the hilarity that ensued culminated with our first (and only) trip to the beach at night, it was a crazy evening that started with a Uruguayan style barbeque (Asado), a joy ride to the beach and a long, long walk home.
It also made for a long, long day the next day when we tried (very unsuccessfully) hitchhike to the bordertown of Chuy. It�s amazing for the number of Uruguayans who hitchhike, how few Uruguayans are willing to pick up hitchhikers. |
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Looking north from the town along the beach at Punta Del Diablo. |
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Looking South from the rocks, you can see the edge of town to the right. |
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The fishing boates come sailing in right to the beach where they are forced to clear away surfers and sunbathers and are always greated by a crowd. |
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Which disapate quickly when they haul big ugly sharks onto the beach.
Actually, the crowd peaked when this specimen was produced...Nothing attracts a crowd like a crowd...or a dead shark. |
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This was our suitably dilapidated transport to the beach from the campsite everyday. |
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This is how we�re living. |
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Darryl stoking her up to get the Asado ready for the meat. |
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Mmmm...carne! |
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Los Tiburones on the way to the beach!
Note: Can you guess which one wins the Rob Gillespie look alike contest? |
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It�s not all fun a sun out here on the beach, on the last wave Darryl caught body surfing in Diablo he also caught the business end of Jelly fish...Ouch! |
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We tried to hitchhike to Chuy... then we tried to walk to a better spot. |
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Then we sat some more...then we caught the bus...true story. |
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Let�s See Uruguay 1 Again |
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Let�s See Something from Brasil |
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Back to the Casapagina |
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