Storm on a Plate
Trip Start
Jul 02, 2009
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Trip End
Jun 28, 2010
The sun had gone down by the time the bus got into Colonia. I headed for the river to check the what was left of the sunset and find somewhere to stay. The sunset was a bit disappointing and my attempts to photograph it even more so. The excellent asado and my accomodations (Posada de la Flor; see pics below) more than compensated. This was the only place in South America where I (knowingly) drank the tap water.
The following day was wet and rainy. I noticed a number of antique cars parked on the streets which would be worth a bit as collectables but I had no idea what they were doing there.
I'd booked on the afternoon ferry to Buenos Aires which didn't leave a lot of time for seeing the sights. The Iglesia Matriz is apparently the oldest church in Uruguay although I believe that it has been heavily restored. Many of the streets are cobbled and lined with plane trees.
Although the rain had started to ease off a bit the wind was beginning to kick up as you can see from the photo of the river.
I'd guessed that the crossing back Buenos Aires was going to be a bit bumpy and my guess was correct. They had to close the duty free shop and were handing out the bolsas de vómito. A bit before I took the last photo I saw the lady leading a fat child with one hand and holding a very full bolsa de vómito in the other. Presumably the career information promising a life of glamour on the Buquebus doesn't mention this sort of thing.
The following day was wet and rainy. I noticed a number of antique cars parked on the streets which would be worth a bit as collectables but I had no idea what they were doing there.
I'd booked on the afternoon ferry to Buenos Aires which didn't leave a lot of time for seeing the sights. The Iglesia Matriz is apparently the oldest church in Uruguay although I believe that it has been heavily restored. Many of the streets are cobbled and lined with plane trees.
Although the rain had started to ease off a bit the wind was beginning to kick up as you can see from the photo of the river.
I'd guessed that the crossing back Buenos Aires was going to be a bit bumpy and my guess was correct. They had to close the duty free shop and were handing out the bolsas de vómito. A bit before I took the last photo I saw the lady leading a fat child with one hand and holding a very full bolsa de vómito in the other. Presumably the career information promising a life of glamour on the Buquebus doesn't mention this sort of thing.


