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A Day at the Seaside in Punta Del Este

It’s a funny little place, Uruguay. It has a population of 3 million people in an area the size of Wales, England and Northern Ireland combined, half of which live in one city. I’m told people often get it confused with Paraguay, although I don’t think I’ve ever been guilty of that. In fact I know very little about Uruguay, which is a little strange given that I’ve been there more than 10 times, usually on a Visa Run (a 70 mile daytrip by ferry to Colonia to renew my 90 tourist stamp). Needing to renew my visa again, this time I decided to do things a little more in depth and spent a couple of days in Montevideo and even took a side trip to Punta del Este.

The Beach

The Beach

Punta del Este (or simply Punta if you’re in the know) is famous for one thing – attracting hordes of rich and famous Argentinians every summer. From January until April the magazine stands in Buenos Aires are full of glossy covers showing the beautiful people at play across the river in Punta. Sort of like a high-class Benidorm, but with fewer Germans, it didn’t strike me as the sort of place I would like very much.

A Giant Hand, Punta del Este

A Giant Hand, Punta del Este

However, in the spirit of discovery, coupled with the realisation that there was no way I was going to be able to stretch out a 3rd day looking round Montevideo, I hopped on a bus and headed east to the sea.

Just me feeding a sealion

Just me feeding a sealion

As the bus rounded the corner at the top of the cliff overlooking the sweep of the bay and Punta del Este appeared in the distance, a row of skyscrapers several miles long, my heart sank. I had visions of crowds with sunburned shoulders walking down the street with plastic mugs of beer stumbling from amusement arcade to bar.

Beach Buggy

Beach Buggy

It just goes to show however, that you must always travel with an open mind, because I actually found myself very pleasantly surprised by Punta del Este. Firstly it was clean. As in spotless. Maybe it was simply ready for the long summer season to come but the streets were tidy and empty. Wandering away from the centre past some seriously fancy summer homes, there was not a soul around and the clear skies and sea breezes both helped to create a relaxed sense of well-being.

A House, Punta del Este

A House, Punta del Este

I can believe that in the middle of February when half of Buenos Aires is crammed onto the beach it becomes a much less attractive place, but I thoroughly enjoyed strolling around the half-empty streets. In a strange way it was like leaving South America for a few hours and visiting a fantasy land where everything is clean and bright and every day is a holiday.

Church, Punta del Este

Church, Punta del Este

The port

The port

Anchor from HMS Ajax

Anchor from HMS Ajax

Conquering a Giant Hand, Punta del Este

Conquering a Giant Hand, Punta del Este

4 Days Out from Buenos Aires

As wonderful as Buenos Aires is, at some point you will want to escape for a few hours, if only for a change of scenery. Thankfully getting away from it is not difficult (or expensive) and there are some lovely spots worth a visit within in easy reach.

1. Tigre

Probably the most popular Porteño daytrip of all, Tigre is a must-see, even if you’re just in Buenos Aires for a few days. Situated on the delta of the river Paraná, the town is a gateway to hundreds of kilometres of navigable river, complete with restaurants, hotel, holiday complexes and entire neighbourhoods.

House on the river, Tigre. Photo by longhorndave.

Numerous boats leave the Estacion Fluvial for a guided tour up the river, pointing out the main points of interest (including the house of former President Sarmiento, faithfully preserved in a huge glass box) along the way. The town is also host to an amusement park (Parque de la Costa) and an enormous, flashy casino if you like your pleasures a little more risky.

An easy hour-long train-ride from Buenos Aires (leaving from Retiro, but if you’re in Palermo get a taxi to the Lisandro del Torre station), a day in Tigre is a wonderful way to escape the heat of a Porteño summer.

2. La Plata

In 1880, when the decision was finally made to make Buenos Aires the capital of Argentina, a new site for the capital of the Province of Buenos Aires had to be found. It was decided to build a new city from scratch about 50km from the new national capital.

The result, La Plata, is known as La Cuidad del Diagonal (the Diagonal City), due to the large tree-lined avenues that criss-cross the usual square block layout. La Plata is a pleasant place just to wander, with shops to rival Palermo’s finest and a beautiful central square, home to the striking Cathedral.

Catedral, La Plata

Catedral, La Plata. Image by lrargerich

At the other end of the central thoroughfare are the Bosques de la Plata, a large and leafy park, complete with boating lake, Observatory and numerous museums.

It takes about 90 minutes to reach La Plata by train, leaving from Constitucion station.

3. Luján

Hop on the number 57 from Plaza Italia and in just over an hour you’ll find yourself in Luján, the religious heart of Argentina. Home to a large neo-gothic Basilica (not unsimilar in design to the cathedral in La Plata), built to honour La Virgen de Luján, the Patron Saint of Argentina.

Known as the nation’s Capital of Faith, Luján attracts some 6 million pilgrims a year, many of them walking the 68 kilometres from Buenos Aires. Whilst the town itself is pleasant place to visit, and the Basilica is definitely worth a visit, a short taxi ride is recommended to nearby village Carlos Keen.

Carlos Keen

Carlos Keen. Image by lrargerich.

Once home to an important railway hub, the trains stopped a long time ago and made room for restaurants. Lots of them. Set round a large central green, people now flock here on Sunday for a generous portions of homemade food (asado being very popular of course) in a peaceful and rustic setting.

Luján is also home to a large and well-advertised zoo (about 10 minutes out of town). A trip here is not recommended for animal lovers, the enclosures are small and barren with more emphasis on entertainment at the creature’s expense than conservation. To be avoided.

4. Colonia

Colonia is a popular daytrip for many reasons, not least for expats who need to renew their 3-month tourist visa. A 3-hour ferry ride (Buquebus run several a day from their Retiro terminal, including a fast boat which does the trip in an hour) across the mighty River Plate, the Uruguayan town of Colonia del Sacramento is a well preserved Portuguese stronghold originally founded in 1680, with many of the original buildings still standing.

Lighthouse, Colonia

Lighthouse, Colonia. Image by Phillie Casablanca


A tranquil place in the week, the picturesque and compact historic centre is overrun with daytripping Porteños on the weekends, it’s well worth the trip if you have a day spare. You could even venture to one of the estancias that surround the town for a traditional asado and cabalgata (horse ride).

North of the River

I went to Uruguay on Saturday. It’s winter but it’s a nice sunny winter, so why not? If you’ve never been to Buenos Aires you wouldn’t necessarily know it, but it’s a mere 60km across the River Plate (widest river mouth in the world fact fans) from the Buquebus ferry terminal to Colonia de Sacramento, the jewel in Uruguay’s colonial crown.
Colonia is a nice little place, with the emphasis on little, 3 hours easy strolling and you’ve done it. I’ve been before and I’ll go again. In fact this time, I had to go and I’ll need to go again. Colonia you see, has a secret.

Colonia

A tree, Colonia

When you arrive in Argentina as a tourist and if you’re paying attention you’ll notice the stamp that you get in your passport says Turista 90 Dias. As a tourist I would be just be a little bit excited about getting a stamp in my passport and would play very little attention to the length of time given. However, when you’re actually living (and working) here you have to pay closer attention otherwise you’ll be getting a nice fine when you try to leave, and maybe they won’t let you back in.

Colonia’s dirty secret is that every boat that leaves Buenos Aires for Uruguay has at least five long-term “tourists” on board who need to get a fresh 3 month stamp in their passport. And they’ll get one. Argentinian immigration officers must be aware of what is going on, but they just don’t even bat an eyelid and just stamp you in.  Now that I’m working I have the possibility of getting residency through work, but to be honestly, having seen the hoops I’m going to have to jump through and the money I’m going to have to spend, it’s going to be easier just to jump on a ferry once every 90 days..

The Infamous Dead Whale – Today’s Photo

A dead whale on the beach at Cabo Polonio, Uruguay, December 2008. Click on the photo for full-size and just count yourselves lucky you’re only seeing, not smelling…

La Ballena Muerta

La Ballena Muerta

Escaping Autumn

As autumn was arriving in Argentina, I decided to head north and get me some sunshine, and where better to hit the beaches than Brazil? Looking at a map, I saw that the little town of Punta del Diablo in Uruguay where I’d been in December was only 60km from the Brazilian border, so I hopped on a boat, a couple of buses and went back there. It hadn’t changed much, just become a little more expensive but I had a nice couple of days eating fish empanadas and lying on the beach. Went to a little restaurant down by the beach I’d seen last time but didn’t eat at called El Viejo y El Mar. Was run by an Argentinan guy called Ernesto who was either drunk or had taken far too many illicit substances in his time. Incapable of remembering an order, he spent the evening bouncing from table to table chatting to people. Luckily the girl doing the cooking was a bit more on the ball and kept coming out to check exactly what we wanted to eat. At the end of the evening Ernesto wanted a comment in his book, and as I started to write his equally drunken pal who was sat at the bar shouted in Spanish “Write that he poisoned you, that it was the worst meal you’ve ever eaten!”. And when he found out where I was from he switched to English and yelled “The food, it is shit! Ernesto is a fucker!”.

Heading into Brazil was of course not as easy as it looked on a map. It involved buses, jumping off at border points, more buses, taxis to get to another border point and another bus. And even then, still 9 hours to the nearest big town. Which on my map looks like it’s on the border. I was starting to realise Brazil works on a big scale. The town itself, Porto Alegre wasn’t really very special. Checked into the hotel and was told by the man that in no uncertain terms were we to go further than the corner of the street after dark. The town centre was a no-go area. Didn’t stay there long and headed to Florianopolis, another 8 hours up the coast. It’s the big town on the Isla Santa Caterina, a major beach resort with something like 40 beaches of all kinds. It was lovely. We swam, sat around, ate, drank and made friends with a parrot.

Another bus, another 11 hours and leaving the beaches behind us we headed to Sao Paulo home to 15 million crowded souls, the 3rd biggest city in the world (Mexico City is number 1, where’s number 2?). The thing with Brazil is that you hear it’s dangerous, that around every corner a mugger is waiting with a gun to steal your passport, a street kid will watch you take a picture then follow you for an hour waiting for a chance to steal your camera, your pockets will be picked at every available opportunity. And of course, the worst places for this are the big cities. Now, I’m not afraid to admit, I am the worst kind of chicken, I hate this sort of thing and spend my entire time checking my pockets and worrying. Got an idea of the situation there when I saw an armoured car picking some money up from a bank, surrounded by 5 security guards all with shotguns or pistols. Not just safely tucked away but actually holding them, with the finger on the trigger and looking ready to use them. Never saw that in Dorchester. But overall I was pleasantly surprised by Sao Paulo. The hostel was in a “safe” area about 5 minutes from the main drag of Avenida Paulista, with some cool little bars and restaurants round the corner. Didn’t feel threatened once, and nothing got nicked. Place was bloody busy and packed though, absolutely ridiculous.

So, it was a relief to get on a bus, all belongings intact, and to escape the city for the sea again. A short 5 hour hop to the little colonial town of Paraty. After leaving Sao Paulo (took about 2 hours to get clear of the place) the scenery started to change and the forests started to look a bit more like jungle (to my untrained eye at least) and things got a lot more hilly. Paraty was picture postcard material, all cobbled streets, old churches and arty, crafty shops. We went to big sweeping beaches backed by jungle-covered mountains, swam in a natural swimming pool, had my feet nibbled by fish, had a day on a boat, snorkelled, saw a sea turtle, all the usual stuff! Did have one moment of drama when 2 boys in the hostel who had been sharing a dormitory with a Brazilian guy woke up to find their big rucksacks, passports, wallets, cameras and the Brazilian guy had all disappeared during the night.

Only a couple of hours down the road, and a 2 hour ferry trip is Ilha Grande, which was by far my favourite place. An island, with no cars, 1 little town, 100 or so beaches and jungle. Not much else. But it was gorgeous, didn’t get to stay there as long as we would have liked as it was coming up to Easter and everywhere was booked after the 2nd night, but it really had the tropical island paradise thing, complete with torrential rain in the evening and glorious sunshine during the day. The highlight for me was walking along the dock at 11 at night, hearing a noise in the water and looking down to see a 3ft turtle surfacing right beneath us. Totally unperturbed by anything, it swam past us, looking right at us with its wise, sad eyes and then disappeared under the water. 2 minutes later it was back. Sat watching it for 20 minutes or so, one of the most beautiful things I’ve seen in my life. Also, one of the few times I didn’t have my camera with me. Dontcha just hate it when that happens?

Back from Uruguay

Back from Uruguay, only to find that the internet in the flat no longer worked. Was fixed today hence the delay in updating my exciting adventures. It was a amazing trip, if you’re not on Facebook you can see the pics here, The beaches were empty, weather amazing if a little windy and generally full of great people. The Uruguayans we met were a very relaxed yet open lot. Friendly in the way you just never seem to get in Europe. No agenda whatsoever, just happy to chat. Loved em.

Sunset, Cabo Polonio

Been back here since Wednesday, vaguely aware it’s Christmas in 3 days but doesn’t feel like it. It’s very hot and I haven’t heard Slade once. Although I was walking home the other night at around 5ish and saw a lady sitting on a chair outside an open hairdressers shop having her hair styled. Not something you see every day, but somehow doesn’t seem out of place here.

Got my Yellow Fever jab today, complete with very exciting certificate to show I’m disease (that one at least) free. Apparently most countries round here won’t let you in without it. Which is kind of a relief. Am going to Brazil on Friday and then Paraguay on Sunday for New Year. Will be staying with a guy I met in Uruguay and I’m told the family he lives with will kill a chicken in my honour. I’ll make sure I get a photo..

I’m Off

After 5 days of nothing but beer and steak, I’ve managed to get myself into some sort of organisational order and am off to Uruguay tomorrow. There’s 3 of us and we’re heading across the River Plate on a boat to Colonia first of all then on Thursday onto Punta del Diablo, a small port town with miles of empty beaches up towards the Brazilian border. Not sure how long I’ll be away but I’m not taking the computer and there ain’t much up there in the way of anything so I’ll report back here when I return.

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