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.
We Got Cocky: José Ignacio to Laguna de Rocha
How we ignored an omen and then things got weird. Uruguayo style.
The First 100-something Kilometers of our Journey
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.
Day 34: So far, so good!
We’ve been on the road for about a week now.