Overcast, temperate.
This is day 39 of 67. Exactly four weeks to home.
Punte del Este, which means East Point, Uruguay. It is a small peninsula located on the southern tip of the country at the north side of the bay where the river Plate empties into the Atlantic. The bay is around 200 kilometres wide at the mouth of the river.
It is a cross between Kaanapali, Maui and Monte Carlo in Europe: a playground for the rich and famous. Unfortunately it is a bit far south and not in the tropics so it is only popular in their winter. 90% of the summer inhabitants are from Argentina. They do not have a pier for large ships in the yacht basin so we came ashore in tenders.
I was not expecting a resort setting but hoping for a truly Uruguayan town or better still a village. The new Trump Tower is nearing completion and is one of many, many opulent towers buildings, and in other areas, one called Beverly Hills, where stately homes are located in exclusive areas, so that tells you a bit about this place.
We 4 located a driver who spoke broken English with a 2017 Mercedes Benz SUV who toured us about for two hours, dropping us off at a restaurant around 12:30 where we had lunch.
Never order a lunch in a foreign country when you are hungry is my advice for today! Jim and Gail wanted fish and they had a good assortment of seafoods and modest in quantity. Fellette and I ordered a meat assortment plate, for two. It could have fed the four of us, easily.
Rather than look like wimps, we dug in. No vegetables, just meat: steak, ribs, chops and not sure what else was on the steaming hot coal-fired assembly placed in front of us. We did Canada proud when we ate every single piece that was offered to us. [Jim did have a wee bit as a sampler.]
We then started the mile-long waddle, [for Fellette and I], back to the ship, browsing as we went.
It was a good day, but this is certainly not my favourite place. Not sure why, possibly because of the resort atmosphere, which I am not a fan of. I would rather see how the common folk live, not the affluent.
Thinking about what I just wrote, look at the crowd on this ship, floating around in a five star hotel. What a hypocrite I am eh!
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We lose another hour tonight, we are now six hours ahead of West Coast time.
Two sea days ahead of us as we head north to the tropics for the first time in a few weeks. Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, is our destination.
The local fish boats are tied up across from the yacht basin. See the high rise apartments in the background that rent for ridiculous prices, in their summer.
Nobody in the water...
I went up to take a picture of these Macho Men and they invited me in to pose. All the meats are cooked over a wood fire.
Does the word Gluttony come to mind?
Jim purchased an arm-sleeve that looks like a tattooed arm, like the young fellow is wearing
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