Uruguay

A bitchen local gig
Our little hostel

Goooooaaaaaaalllllll!

After catching up with a couple of mates from OZ in Buenos Aires, we decided to go chase some waves, across the bay in Uruguay - another place I knew nothing about. Arriving to a run down hotel in the capital Monte Video - I was impressed by the well kept colonial streetscapes, though after seeing an old man get robbed and getting heckled by crackheads - we were pretty keen to go coastal...

We spent the first couple of days surfing Atlantic windswell, skating a red beach ramp and casually cruising the quiet sandy streets, just north of Punta Del Este. We then headed 5 hours through Latin versions of Western QLD towns to Punta Del Diablo. Contrary to the name (Point of the Devil) this place was amazing. A bohemian fishing village caught in time - the village was made up cosey A frame shacks without fences, sleepy sandy streets, tanned locals with dreds and wooden earrings and windswept deserted beaches with fun waves.

Although my photoes don´t fully portray my experience there, the coastal towns of Uruguay had a real special warm feeling, very unique, relaxed and we were welcomed everywhere we went. This runs true for all the Uruguayans I have met - in Nicaragua, Costa Rica and Chile - always very harmonious and content with life.