Montevideo - Uruguay, 07.10.1998 me off the plane and arrived at another city. Another trip destination.
from the sky, the airport looked like a small house, off the plane and they get on a bus to get to the arrivals building. In the street the traffic is crazy, and the cars start off with the yellow light. The Taxis do not have the amount, but a chip rate that is queried in a list. Buses in the city to stop the driver download to buy cigarettes. In the corners juggle poor children asking for money to passers.
seems that we again to the Third World, the city is old but not so in Europe. The buildings are tall, but do not reach the height of New York. Everything seems to move at a slow pace as in Asia, but not so many people, not slanted eyes and no animals in the street (except for some dogs, horses and carts that collect garbage). Kathmandu
is not, nor Varanasi. Nor is Beijing or Bangkok. It looks like a European city, mixing styles, Italian, English, Portuguese and English. Rambla is Barcelona but it is not, endless beaches without the Riviera. Gently undulating territory, not the Swiss mountains and the rivers of Interlaken.
There has been some impressive buildings like the Parliament or a palace in the heart. Also the old city, the old train station, and modern telecommunications tower. Manicured squares, large green parks and the warm sun of the sunset over the coast.
no longer charge the camera, or a passport. Repeat the same bed for several nights. I do not need a guide or a map. Language is not a problem, and I stopped being a passing tourist. I went
home, the dulce de leche, the roast, the promenade, friends, family. I went back to Montevideo.
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