1. The group of us (minus 1) that went to Uruguay for Christmas. We took a boat from Buenos Aires to Montevideo... 2. The view out our window as we arrived in Montevideo. 3. Sam considering the view, thinking about what a cool city he always thought this would be. 4, 5. And it is really amazing - feels kind of like an older, dirtier, smaller Buenos Aires in a really appealing way. 6. We kill time waiting for an overnight bus out to Punta del Diablo... hanging out at a cafe by the bus terminal next to a bunch of crazy 10 year old kids shooting fireworks at each other smoking cigarettes and drinking beer with old drunk guys. Nobody but us seemed to pay them any attention... we asked the waitress and she said the same thing happens every night. 7, 8, 9: Punta at last. There was hardly anyone there when we arrived on the 24th; whole empty beaches and perfect weather.
We went camping at this place called Tigre outside of the city. It was a national CouchSurfing get together (CS is this thing on the internet... educate yourself you fools) and there was a whole field filled up with tents and lots and lots of Argentines and foreigners and many hippies. Everyone stayed up all night and then in the morning the sun was really hot and our tents turned into little ovens so Sam went and slept on the grass.
