I’d made it back after my adventure to Iguazu was absolutely
beat. It was late enough that I really only wanted to sleep. But I couldn’t.
I’d been put in the downstairs bedroom that had no air conditioning, no fan,
and no airflow. In humid Montevideo, this was a problem. I tossed and turned
for hours and began to itch. It was a miserable night and I’m pretty sure I had
bedbugs.
Having not showered since before I left for Iguazu Falls, my
first priority the next morning was a nice long hot shower. My second priority
was doing my laundry. The third and most important thing I did was lie on the
beach. I spent nearly two hours roasting in the sun, but couldn’t handle any
more than that. I was sweating so profusely that everything I had was soaking wet
when I left.
There’s very little to do in Montevideo in terms of tourism.
The next day I went downtown with a couple of Canadians who were also biding
their time before flying to Rio. After our little adventure we met up with two
other Canadians, a brother and sister, who had just arrived in town. We all
walked down to the beach, which was much more packed than the previous day,
this despite the overcast weather. As we walked along the beach, I couldn’t
help but notice everyone starting at the girl in our group. It wasn’t until a
family walked by and the father started motioning to his daughters about this
girls eyes, that I realized why everyone was staring. This girl had some of the
most ice blue eyes I’d ever seen. Just like a husky.
We lasted maybe twenty minutes at the beach before it
started pouring. The rain lasted will into the night, which found us hanging
around the hostel with other fellow travellers. It’s also the first time I met
another backpacker that I absolutely despised. Normally I get along with
everyone just fine. But this guy had a snarky response to absolutely
everything. Wherever you were going, he’d either been and didn’t like or wasn’t
worth his time. He spent the entire night telling you how important his travels
were and how meaningless yours were going to be.
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