On our second day in Punta del Diablo we wandered through the sand dunes to the beach accompanied by two of the dogs from the hostel.
The beach was a huge expanse of windswept white sand with no one else
around for miles. Walking along the coast we passed through the centre
of the village. It was a shame we were there in the shoulder months as
the village was full of bars and restaurants in shacks lining the beach
but everything was either shut or being painted and given a new lease of
life ready for peak season in January/February - one of the locals told
us about 80% of the town is rental and even the cash point only opens
for the two summer months. Having picked up another three dogs to add to
our pack we carried on along the coast for a couple of hours and then
cut inland and back to the hostel. We stayed up that night playing pool
with some Belgian guys, a group of Belgian girls and some German girls -
it's weird, atleast 75% of the travellers we've met have been either
Belgian or German, I don't know where all the Brits are.
The
next day we caught a bus up to Nacional Parque Santa Theresa about 12km
along the coast. We strolled through palm tree lined tracks watching
the parakeets in the eucalyptus trees, checked out the botanical garden
and the bird hide over a lake and walked back to the hostel along the
beach. Dinner that night was the cheapest T-Bone steak ever followed by more pool with the Belgian guys. UK 3, Belgium 1. Rhys is training me to be a pool shark.
We
were supposed to be leaving the following day but as the hostel was so
nice we decided to stick around for an extra day to spend some time
planning our route - South America is so big that we don't have enough
time to just wing it especially when some buses only go once a week and
things like the Inca Trail and Navimag have to be booked months in
advance. We headed to the beach for a break in staring at a computer screen, dogs in tow, and walked for a couple of hours to the lighthouse and back.
The following day we caught a bus to Castillos, a second bus to Cabo Polonio ticket
office, then a 4WD truck for 40 mins across the sand dunes to the
village. Far more remote than Punta del Diablo the only electricity in
Cabo Polonio comes from solar panels and there are no cars or running
water. When the truck pulled up it was like arriving in a corner of
Glastonbury with shacks selling tie-die trousers and handmade jewelery
sold by guys with dreadlocks and bare feet. We checked in to a shack on
the beachfront, dropped our bags and walked to see the colony of sea
lions on the rocks by the light house. Rhys headed back to the hostel to
catch up on sleep and I sat on the beach watching the world go by. As
we'd spent an extra night in Punta del Diablo our cash reserves were
running low so dinner was a carton of red wine, a family bar of
chocolate and a banana.
Out of cash we headed back to
civilisation the following day to Colonia, a beautiful UNESCO colonial
town on the Rio de la Plata facing Buenos Aires. Our first full day we
borrowed the bikes from the hostel and cycled the 5km along the beach to
the 1907 bull ring, only used 8 times before it closed. It wasn't the
prettiest cycle along a main road, and the saddle was so hard on my bike
that i'm still in pain but nice to do something other than walk. That
afternoon we wandered into the old town, other than all the mosquitoes
it's really pretty with cobblestone streets, city gate and wooden draw
bridge and lighthouse. For the first time since we've been away we went
out to a smart restaurant for a candlelit dinner on the waterfront.
Yesterday
Rhys stayed at the hostel to watch TV and I headed back into the old
town to explore some more. After visiting the yacht club, a photography
exhibition, art gallery and cultural centre I climbed the lighthouse for
views of the town, it was all very peaceful and serene, lots of old
people riding golf buggies around and people eating ice cream in the
shade in the tree lined plazas. It was stupidly hot last night so we're
both abit tired today from lack of sleep. We walked into the old town
this morning to change some Brazilian cash Rhys had stashed in a secret
place and forgotten about and to book our bus tickets to Fray Bentos
where we're heading in a couple of hours to find out who ate all the
pies.
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Beach, Punta del Diablo. |
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Parque Nacional Santa Theresa. |
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Cabo Polonio. |
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Punta del Diablo, with Walls and Kenneth. |
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Sunset, Cabo Polonio. |
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Sea lion colony, Cabo Polonio. |
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Colonia. |
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