Day 99
Cabo Polonia, Uruguay
Our friend, Leo, had mentioned this tiny enclave of a town called Cabo Polonia and suggested it as a good way to see another side of Uruguay.
I might say more than "another side" its "another time".
To explain:
In the early 1900´s, before Uruguay had any roads, this tiny point on the ocean´s edge became a fishing village. In the 1960´s hippies discovered the remote beauty and turned the place into a kind of commune haven. In the late 1970´s the entire area surrounding the town was made a Nationally protected wilderness.....leaving Cabo forever with no road, no phones, no electricty.
This act ensured Cabo has remained about the same for the past 40 years.
Cabo is not easy to get info on and not easy to get to.
To arrive here we took two buses, the second of which dropped us in the sand about 10 Kilometers outside of the town. We then waited with all the hippie chicks for the "Cabo Bus". What arrived was a big open air safari vehicle which transported us, and our 100 pounds of lugguage, over the dunes and into town.

This bumpy ride along the sand caused Bryce to declare "Getting there is half the fun!"

The transport drops you in the center of town where pregnant woman where sarongs and dread-lock headed teenagers sell handmade jewlery in the sand.
Rich hiked it to the only decent place we had heard of to stay. He returned only moments later with, Tony.....from Lemonminster, Ma.! Small, small world.
Together they got all our stuff uphill to La Perla Hosteria our home for the next four days and three nights.
With everyone easily getting over yesterday´s stress (how could you not....this is the most laidback place on earth!) the first order of business was to kick off our shoes.

We would not be needing them again until we departed.
Tired from the trip we set ourselves down into comfy chairs on the front porch of our hotel. We sat there drinking Sangria and listening to the waves crash all day.

We stayed there.........

Through sunset.

And into the night.