Trip Start Sep 07, 2012
224Trip End Sep 07, 2013
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We had arranged to meet at 5.15. Wolfgang turned up at 5.30. For a German arriving late is, i would imagine, near enough to failure as you can get. And did he show it - he came rushing in, face red like a tomato, brow sweating heavily and rushed us out of the door. Poor fella was gutted he was late. German efficieny is a myth.
We got there for 6 which was the stated start time. Nothing. The place was dead
Bored to the back teeth, we jumped at the chance to have a cup of tea with another student of the school that we had bumped into, and the Uruguyan family of his girlfriend. We were sat in their kitchen when we heard, or more accurately felt, the tambores (drum players) start. We went outside and watched the procession, which was impressive. The drums were deafening (i doubt you'll get an appreciation from the video) and everybody following them down the street, some dancing along, others watching from the pavements drinking mate and others watching from open doors and windows all the way along the street.
It was cracking to be honest and the first time that we've really seen what the Uruguayans are all about. Not bad at all.