Montevideo and Buenos Aires

We decided to do a week long Spanish course in Montevideo as it has a lot to offer, mainly beaches. We took a boat and bus combination which was pretty efficient and arrived refreshed. Arriving in Montevideo on a Sunday is like arriving in a ghost town - it was dead. Foregoing food we went straight to the beach which was pretty packed and not the nicest beach as the tide was out really far leaving a load of muck behind. After walking for a while we decided we where hungry and went for the worst burger ever which did not do my stomach any good for a while after. The accent in Uruguay is the same as in Argentina but a bit stronger and it was incredibly difficult to understand anyone and our tiredness did not help at all so we headed home for an early night.The next morning was spent walking around and getting to know the city. There´s a couple of nice areas but for the most part, it´s not as pretty as we´d though it would be. Because of this we decided not to do the Spanish course and go back to Buenos Aires the next day. This put us way ahead of schedule but would give us more time to do areas we weren´t originally going to do.

Walking around, we came across a huge indoor eating area and decided to head back for a late lunch before heading to the beach. The food was not that good and it was pretty expensive compared to what we´re used to so we decided to write that off and head to another beach - more out of town. The beach was pretty nice for a city beach and it was nice to relax a little and it was nice to oggle the cute men walking by. Our evening as again, uneventful and we got another early night as we were heading back to Buenos Aires very early. The journey back to Buenos Aires was equally easy and we got there early and went back to the hotel we´d previously stayed in.

We had some time to relax so that´s what we did and when I mean relax, I mean drink lots!! This ended up with us falling asleep in the afternoon and waking up late again but at the right time for dinner here - 10pm. We returned to our favourite little restaurant where the food was just as good but all the old guys who usually work were not there which made it a little less special as they are so knowledgeable about the food and wines. We headed back to the square in San Telmo and eventually got accosted by a krusty that spoke perfect English and had lived in London for quite a while in Brixton. He was quite an interesting guy so we chatted and bought him a drink. The night was still young and courtesy of our krusty friend, we got a bit mashed and ended up in another bar chatting shit to a group of Argentines, Colombians and Peruvians which was lot´s of fun.

The night ended well with them inviting us back to join them the next evening. We hadn´t realised where the time had gone and suddenley we found ourselves waking up the owner of the hotel at 6am in sunlight. Not a good look.We were pretty hungover the next day so tried to do as little as possible. I had to force Colin to go the famous Recolate Cementary which houses the rich and famous plus Evita´s grave. The mausoleum´s are huge and are bigger than a lot of people´s houses and it really does go to show that some people have way too much money and are so vain that they have to build such huge testaments to themselves. The cementary itself was quite pleasant nonetheless and looked almost like a city. We found Evita´s grave after following people and it was pretty nondescript with some flowers on it. That all seemed like too much effort so we headed back to the hotel for a rest. Extremely bored of looking for places to eat now, we found a french place that had a more varied menu. The food was superb and not too expensive. The next day after a long sleep we caught a bus to one of the top places for marine wildlife - Puerto Madryn.