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Lost

Nothing really went according to plan. Not one thing.

We paid far too much for a daily pass to Uruguay because we messed up the exchange rates; walked in the wrong direction for over an hour; found ourselves at a highway cross road in what appeared to be the wasteland of Coochiemudlo; hitchhiked back to where we got off on the wrong foot; and then sat down at a restaurant completely famished.

At the height of starvation we waited an unexplainably lengthy period for a coffee and sandwich; unintentionally flashed half the tourists in Colonia going up the lighthouse stairs; and insulting all English-speaking boat passengers on the hour long ride home as we listed and laughed at the most ghastly baby names we could think of.

Apart from that, we had a lovely time wondering around picturesque historic quarter of Colonia (not to be confused with the highway wasteland). 

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Colonia, Uruguay

Picnic in Recoleta

A young lady in a Breton stripped shirt and ripped jeans pointed in the direction of her favourite delicatessen in Recoleta. 

Eyes bulged at the selection, mouths salivated from the testers and jaws dropped at the reasonable price of a picnic spread. 

Before long it wasn’t just the cheese and prosciutto wrappers spread out on the grass. Three girls curled up next to their crumbs for a little nap until they were forced by ants to climb to higher resting grounds.

Franco Parma (Av. Coronel Díaz, 1817 Recoleta,  Buenos Aires; http://francoparma.com)  

Buenos Aires, Argentina