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View from my bed at Hostel 1949I´m starting to get used to taking long distance buses. After listening to Spanish lessons for a few hours I get sufficiently bored to fall asleep. I arrived at Montevideo still thinking about my time in Brazil and the friends I made. But then I also felt good about moving on, as it was the beginning of something new. <br />

Punta Del Este

George Csaszi
2006-02-27 19:09:11

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going there take full advantage of it. One night I bumped into a group of girls from Buenos Aires, all very friendly and keen to practice their English. After a nice conversation about Argentina I introduced them to my Mexican friends, since they were standing near by, no doubt wanting to join in the conversation. One of the the girls who seemed to be their leader initially kept on apologising about her English (which wasn´t bad at all) and after a few more drinks started saying ´chinga tu madre... waay' which kept the Mexicans entertained all night. Eventually one of the girls became sick and threw up in the toilet, and as we were leaving the bar she passed out on the street (in the process of course they forgot to pay for their jug of cocktail). After one of the Mexicans found them a cab, they said good night to us and also wished us

With Uruguayan girlsa 'good life', even though we invited them out the next day.
The next evening I was asked to move back to 'room 0', after expressing my displeasure I decided not to make a fuss, again not wanting to disturb the peace at the hostel. I later bumped into the girls from Montevideo, who were always happy to converse. Through them I met a guy named Pablo from Cordoba, and some of his friends. I got on really well with the 'Cordobans', even though I did not share their passion for drinking heavily. I guess for me Punta del Este was just a place to visit, whereas for the Argentinians this was their holiday, so they made sure they had a good time.

One night I bumped into an Irish guy who seemed to bear some degree of resentment towards Argentinian women. Apparently a few nights before he bought some drinks at a bar, and left some behind since he couldn´t carry them all. On his way back he noticed some (allegedly) Argentinian girls sipping his drinks, and when he confronted the thieves, they got him thrown out by the bouncer, and then teased him through the window.

Towards the of my stay in Punta del Este I went to Bikini Beach with people from the hostel. Apparently here sometimes they hold (fashion?) shows with top models. Unfortunately this time there were only two girls posing before a band went on the stage, however there were plenty of girls to stare at on the beach itself.
According to the manager at the hostel, the beach to go to is Chihuahua, which is the local nudist beach. Apparently in the past he spent an entire year wearing absolutely nothing (perhaps he worked near the beach?), something he unfortunately cannot get away with at the hostel.

The girls from Montevideo returned home after a mate ritual, where strangely the mate cup did not pass through my hands very often. My departure the next day wasn't so glamorous, only one of the waitresses I got to know at the hostel kissed me goodbye as my Argentinian friends were still asleep, even though it was seven in the evening.