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Devil's tip

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8 in the morning. Today my alarm clock is unique, the Waves breaking apart from me (He would like one that I know very much, and not another that whistles that doesn't shut up).

I sit for a while to write (I CANNOT REMOVE ME YESTERDAY OF THE HEAD, I RECOMMEND YOU READING IT IF YOU DID NOT DO IT BEFORE FOLLOWING THIS), but Maria is already standing and gives me the first conversation in the morning while she serves me coffee and some toast. Soon Julia and her father Jorge, his wife and Virginia, an Argentine friend, get up. The "skull quartet" sleeps (and I think it will go for long). I have a slight hangover from the grapamiel de marras ...

I learn that Jorge, Julia's father, is the owner of the Red Hostel (COMPLETE ARTICLE ON THE ACCOMMODATION HERE), where I was staying day 3 in Montevideo (Coincidences of life or the magic of Cabo Polonio? Lol). Julia is a very photogenic girl ... and is in love with Lobo, the name of Alfredo's dog.



Today is election day in Uruguay (As I write this it is already known that the left has won, Mujica, as everyone expected). It really is a second round, since in the first they have not been able to exceed 50% neither. Even so, complaints of all kinds are always heard (in politics everything goes, hehe, and it is a topic of conversation that does not motivate me too much). Uruguay is a simple and very democratic country, which, unlike Argentina, has opted to put aside the horrors and deaths of past dictatorships. The elections have left the town very empty, since people have to go outside to vote.

The conversation then makes "others" worse and Jorge and Virginia grow up when talking about Cuba (see travel Cuba 2008).

The time has come to leave Cabo Polonio, but I will not be able to forget the magical day I enjoyed yesterday here. I'll be back, I know.




Enrique He is waiting for me to continue our journey to Punta del Diablo. It doesn't take long, since it's only 45 minutes away.

The day turns gray, as if the weather had stayed in the Cape. I guess that and that my head is still elsewhere (maybe I should have stayed another day and stop moving forward) makes me not take full advantage of this place.

Punta del Diablo It is a picturesque village that overlooks the open sea, with really impressive rock breakers and good beaches, although somewhat dangerous.


Is very Bohemian although tourism has already passed through here doing its own, and you begin to see posters for seasonal rentals, growing businesses and buildings on almost all sides. However, it is a pleasant and relaxing place to spend the rest of the morning.




The houses, like yesterday, seem taken from the past, as if time had also stopped in this town. Rustic houses wooden, with signs indicating their functions.




Even with everything, the biggest attraction of Punta del Diablo is its fishing, and with it its great sharks. We are in an Atlantic area conducive to capture and mark it as my next target. After a tour of the town, I decide to enter the Malecon Restaurant, also very "enxebre".


Find out the dish of the day ... !! GRILLED SHAKING SHARK !! Let's go there. Some Siri croquettes, some seaweed fritters, a Clericó (fruit salad with lots of wine and soda, a kind of Uruguayan sangria, which I wanted to try) and the star dish (all this and an ice cream, 675 UYU including tip) . The truth is that for a not very "fishmonger" (I am a carnivorous par excellence), I must admit that I have been eating luxury for two days, between yesterday's sole and today's shark (very similar in taste to the emperor).




Is curious to see how we act people from different countries. When I enter I am the first customer of the day and they serve me in an exceptional way. With all the time in the world, I see customers coming in. First some Argentines who greet cordially and spend all their time at their ball, without even crossing a glance. Later French people enter who also greet effusively, the man with the typical traveling beard. The woman observes everything. I cross multiple looks. Later some Germans and some Brazilians enter, none say hello. None observes. The Brazilian is "very cute" but still only the French couple observes and observes. The Germans don't shut up. Brazilians do not speak. The waiter becomes saturated with so many people and the service begins to be poor. From my corner, finishing my Clericó, I think that it is not necessary to go anywhere in the world to gather the most diverse fauna that we can observe, the human being himself.

Anyway, after this striped that makes "the loneliness of the traveler", I give myself a last walk on the beach prior to…




... take course with Enrique I was doing my destination for the day, where I will spend a couple of nights and use a base to wash and organize my things, Punta del Este. The journey takes about 2 and a half hours.

And here I am, just arrived at Hotel Remanso (COMPLETE ARTICLE ON ACCOMMODATION HERE). I don't want to be pessimistic about this new destiny but it gives me a bad feeling. After entering less exploited Uruguay, it has given me the impression of being a kind of "Varadero" Uruguayan, but I don't want to talk ahead of time, since tomorrow will be another day. What I have done is have dinner at a nearby grill before putting a pin on my computer here. And of course, I wanted to try the famous URUGUAYA GRILL (which contains chorizo, chinchulines - small intestine - and gizzards). I guess it is "unpleasant" who does not like these viscera, but I am a lover of the bites, criadilla, gizzards ... Yes, the chinchulines have not liked anything ... It has not been expensive, about 510 UYU


Well friends, readers and so on, so far today. Family, as I talked to the MSN with "the mommy" a while ago, I know that you are well and that Grandmother is already there, so take care, I will do it here too. Cia, and you too huh, hehe. A big hug


Isaac, photo of Punta del Diablo but already in Punta del Este (Uruguay)

EXPENSES OF THE DAY: 1,185 UYU (approx 40.44 EUROS)

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