Punte Del Diablo - Uruguay

Punte del Diablo is a beautiful remote little fishing village along the coast of Uruguay. Throughout the year only 1,000 people reside there, most of which are hippies and fishermen. They live in wooden huts and small houses - each one unique in it's colour and design. Many of the residents built their own homes and tend to make most of their income in the high season when the tourists visit. The hippies sell handmade jewellery, shoes, records etc.. and the fishermen sell their fish to local suppliers or sell them in their own restaurants. The beach also has a 'good surf' and therefore attracts many Ozzy's and budding surfers. We are trying to learn 'surfing terms' but unfortunately or us it doesn't sound as cool with an English accent.

The pictures of our hostel make it look like a rusty old wooden shack but the photo's don't do it justice at all. Granted it was very basic, but was decked out with hammocks, a good lounging area and was only a 1 minute walk to the beach. Result! In the hostel we met Uruguayans, Chileans, Argentinians, Israeli and Ozzy's. Our favourites were these three Ozzy boys travelling in their University summer. We had so much fun with them and somehow seemed go be their go to people. There seems to be a pattern following with Kath and I acting as the big sisters to the younger travellers.

Uruguayans don't go out until 3am, even later than Argentinians! So at 2:30am it was Kath, I, the Chilean and Uruguayan boys who ventured to the club.. at this point everyone else was flagging or in bed. Unfortunately the music was shocking, they all love this genre of music called 'Reggae-ton', which does a massive injustice to Reggae music. Essentially it is a Reggae beet with high-pitched electronic overtones. Awful! So we were in bed at the back of 5am.

The last evening we had some difficulties as the only cash machine in the town was out of cash. Therefore we had no choice but to leave the next morning...but with no Uruguayan peso's between us we had a long walk to the bus station in the 35 degree heat. It was certainly a walk to remember! When we arrived at the bus station all the bus companies refused to take card payment or any other cash payment aside from Uruguayan peso's. Luckily after lots of pleading we managed to persuade one of them to take American dollars, which is all we had and finally were able to make our way to Florianopolis.