When we left you, we had failed to cross Laguna Rocha and settled down to camp in the yard of some hombres, cocks, and hounds. The Next Morning… We awoke at 6am to a cock-a-doodle-doo. This gave us an early start.
How we ignored an omen and then things got weird. Uruguayo style.
A Note from the Authors: This post is a little different than the rest… At the date of this writing, we are holed up at a hostel in Ushuaia and at the very end of our Uruguay to Ushuaia tour.
We’ve been on the road for about a week now.
After postponing our departure twice (the first time due to Montevideo’s awesomeness and the second due to stormy weather), tomorrow morning we are loading up our steeds and heading east.
To really experience a new culture, one must go outside of his/her comfort zone, try new things, take a walk in someone else’s shoes (or take a bite with someone else’s fork ?).
Food is powerful. It can shut up a crying baby, spark a revolution, and even induce cannibalism.