Day 158 (November 27): Uruguay, The Transfer
We had originally booked a week in the Terrible Apartment. Even before we got there, on the advice of friends we met in Buenos Aires, we decided to divide our time and spent half the week in the resort town of Punta del Este. To hear the Portenos describe it, Montevideo is as appealing as Portland is to somebody from Seattle. Why bother going to the smaller, lesser version? I defy the premise but whole heartedly concur with the conclusion (in this instance).
As usual, it wasn't easy to find somewhere to stay. The travel world is not designed for families of six. Also, we didn't know anything about the town, its resorts and the activities. It's off season and we're not interested in going clubbing late at night. Luckily for us, we found a resort that turned out to be a bit on the outskirts and it had "bungalows" with beds for six. Perfect!
Thus, when Wednesday rolled around, it was time to transfer from Montevideo to the beach. I want to say that I could have spent (and enjoyed) a few more days in Montevideo. In particular, I would have enjoyed running on the 20-mile Rambla (promenade). I would have enjoyed visiting the old fort, the botantical gardens, a few other parks and maybe even a few museums. I probably would have made a day trip to Colonia but for my motion sickness-prone children. In other words, I don't think a week in Montevideo is a bad idea, although I'll concede that a week in BA is probably better on every score.
In the first half of this day, we ate breakfast, packed, did school, enjoyed a touristy photo-op and had an epic lunch failure. Here are the pictures to prove it:
In the third quarter, we had a straight-forward shuttle transfer to the resort town of Punta del Este. In the fourth quarter, we settled into our new digs, enjoying the swimming pool and staving off hunger until dinner at the earliest possible moment (8pm).
As usual, it wasn't easy to find somewhere to stay. The travel world is not designed for families of six. Also, we didn't know anything about the town, its resorts and the activities. It's off season and we're not interested in going clubbing late at night. Luckily for us, we found a resort that turned out to be a bit on the outskirts and it had "bungalows" with beds for six. Perfect!
Thus, when Wednesday rolled around, it was time to transfer from Montevideo to the beach. I want to say that I could have spent (and enjoyed) a few more days in Montevideo. In particular, I would have enjoyed running on the 20-mile Rambla (promenade). I would have enjoyed visiting the old fort, the botantical gardens, a few other parks and maybe even a few museums. I probably would have made a day trip to Colonia but for my motion sickness-prone children. In other words, I don't think a week in Montevideo is a bad idea, although I'll concede that a week in BA is probably better on every score.
In the first half of this day, we ate breakfast, packed, did school, enjoyed a touristy photo-op and had an epic lunch failure. Here are the pictures to prove it:
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