Montevideo, Uruguay
I´m not exactly sure what brought me to Uruguay, well I do, it was the 18 and a half hour bus from Florianopolis but I don´t know why I decided to come here. Maybe I just wanted another passport stamp, but it´s sort of on to way to where I´m headed anyway. Darkness fell way before the bus crossed the border so I can´t tell you what the Uruguayan countryside looks like. Soon after crossing the border there was a storm on the distant horizon and I watched the lightening illuminate the sky and make silhouettes out of the previously invisible trees in the foreground. It was compelling viewing and I watched with my face pressed up against the glass for over an hour till I fell asleep like that. It had the feel of every horror movie, it was saying "Isobel go back to the warm sunny beaches, there´s nothing but rain and dingy hotels here". I realised on the bus that I havn´t spoken English in 3 or 4 days. I have only my book to keep me company, The old Patagonia express by Paul Thereaux, I´m beginning to hate Paul Thereaux nearly as much as he hates everything he writes about. He´s a cynical loner who hates travelling and only does it ´cause this hatred gives him something to write about, still it´s not really a bad book. Well I´m off in search of the tourist office, nobody seems to know where it is, I suppose they don´t get many tourists around here and my book seems to know about as much about Uruguay as I do.
