Jan 26, 2005
I´m here because I can´t get a battery for my bike in the entire country of Uruguay, about 20 miles away. And it costs a fortune to ship one across the border. It takes four stamps in your passport and on a piece of paper to cross the river.I had lunch in a parilla, which is Argentinian for Barbeque joint. Iordered the parillida for one, which is basically a short rib, sausage and four things you eat on Fear Factor to advance. I either ate something´s tail or unmentionable part, and I hope there is an animal out there with no bones in the tail. I don´t see what the big deal about Argentinian beef is. It´s tough,over cooked, and if they killed it last week, it´s aged.
Gualewhatever is a neat town, not much to offer, but a paradise compared to the entire nation of Uruguay. If Argentina is your friend that owns everything but is always cash poor, and Brazil is that crazy uncle that answers the door in his underwear and hasn´t seen a shower in a week, Uruguay is the old lady with ill-fitting false teeth who always pushes her way past you in the supermarket. You´ve seen her on the bus. There is nothing to do but watch the grass grow, cut it, put it in a mate, add hot water and enjoy.
From about 1 to 4 this town shuts down and life as we know it comesto a screeching halt. This is why they eat at 10pm and are up to 4, they sleep all day long, sort of like rabbits that are really good at kicking a ball around. At about 6, when the sun is starting t oset, they appear in the streets and plazas, eating ice cream and sipping mate.
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