Post by Grubb After enduring the economy class plane cramps of flying around Argentina I had been looking forward to any other type of transportation, and the bus ride out of Colonia was, like the ferry excursion from Buenos Aires, very comfortable. Rural Uruguay, swept by. Every lush green pasture seemed to have cattle grazing….
Category: Into Argentina and Uruguay we go
That futböl team on the ferry
Post by Ella. The ferry from Buenos Aires to Colonia del Sacramento carried the San Lorenzo soccer team which randomly broke into chants during the ride. Here we are trying to get off the ferry in Colonia. https://photos.app.goo.gl/pvn8m5MSwnH8AsrN9
Flying domestically in Argentina
Post by Ella. There are several choices. Aerolineas Argentinas, Fly Biondi, Jet Smart, LatAm. Reading reviews, Aerolineas stood out. We now have 5 out of 5 flights completed. One flight had boarding delayed by 40 minutes but still arrived only 10 min late. All the others were on time. We carried on our luggage. One…
Montevideo, yikes
Post by Ella We made the leap. From the historic center of lazy Colonia to the bustling streets of Montevideo where 3/4 of the Uruguayan population call home. A three hour “non-direct” bus (which is the only kind you can get) from Colonia. There was a completely sealed in area between the driver and the…
Colonia photo roundup
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My kind of Michelin restaurant
Post by Grubb This was on the window of a café in Colonia.
Future doctors? Pharmacists
Post by Grubb Passing a schoolyard in Colonia it was interesting to see that the kids were dressed like extras on the set of Grey’s Anatomy. Wardrobe as destiny? Does a dirty lab coat get you a bad grade? What about that poor boy sulking in the corner who wants to be a fisherman when…
Game of empires
Post by Grubb Colonia is on the Rio de la Plata an hour’s ferry ride from Buenos Aires. Standing on one of the jetties fingering off the coast of Colonia, I felt like I was gazing at the Atlantic Ocean, but it was only the wide mouth of the Rio de la Plata which served…
Out of the blue into the brown
Post by Grubb. Talking to an American woman we ran into at the airport in El Calafate we found out that, coming back from the Iguazu Falls, she had spent a few days in Montevideo. How was it? She grimaced, “The water was brown!” So yesterday, after flying in from Mendoza, we took a ferry…
Chivito
Post by Ella Last night we indulged in fancy dining at the Charco Bistro in Colonia. We opted for the earliest reservation at 19:30 (7:30pm) and weren’t sorry we made the effort. I really could not resist this national dish of Uruguay, the chivito. Essentially a steak sandwich. A sesame bun, nicely seasoned grilled steak,…
The wine flight
Post by Ella This flight from Mendoza (Mendoza being the wine making hub as you may recall) to Buenos Aires was full of people carrying their wine purchases. A woman with two big shopping bags, each with a box that probably held 6 bottles, struggled down the jetway. A guy with a case of 12…
Over to Uruguay
Post by Ella Yesterday (Tuesday, by our reckoning). Travel day. Early flight (I’ve dubbed it the “wine flight”) from Mendoza to Buenos Aires, cab to the ferry port, ferry to Colonia del Sacramento in Uruguay. And we had the dubious pleasure of being accompanied by a soccer team from San Lorenzo, often breaking into spontaneous…
Aconcagua photo roundup
Post by Ella. We’ve already posted bits and pieces about our lovely but long day winding through the Andes right up to the Chilean border. Our companions (as previously mentioned) were: Nick and Patricia ( pronounced Patrees-ia) she Brazilian, he Australian, met in Canada when they attended the same conference. Nick moved to Rio and…
San Martin’s short cut
Post by Grubb. In 1817, at the beginning of his campaign to liberate Chile and Peru from Spain, San Martin followed a river out of Mendoza, Argentina and led his army into the Andes. Since then that river has been dammed to regulate the amount of water flowing into the acequias for the vineyards. The…
The men and their lenses
Post by Grubb. Yesterday we had a guide take us up into the Andes. With us was a couple, Nick and Patricia, from Rio de Janeiro, and a middle aged man, Bjorn, from Norway but now living in Great Britain. The guys had bonded the day before during a wine tour over the fact that…