Getting Playa´d - Ground Hog Day

You wouldnt think it would be possible to get on the wrong bus twice in a row. Well it is...

According to our Spanish book of many tricks ¨Playa¨is not someone who goes out and scores loads of birds but rather, it means beach.

So bearing this in mind, we jumped on the first bus that said Playa.. something or other, paid our 15 pesos and high fived each other with yet another successful navigational feat.

30 minutes into the journey, celebrations were cut short when the bus clearly took a wrong turn and headed east towards the slums of Montevideo in Uruguay.

Not to worry, according to our London experience, ALL busses turn around and come back at some point, and ALL beaches with exception of those along the UK coastline are gorgeous.

Two hours, and a dropped lip later, we disembarked our bus, with the view of the main city across the bay, the sun setting behind the burnt out cars and shanty shacks of Montevideo¨s distant outskirts.

With that another bus came round the corner, and Drew leapt on delighted to be seen to be heading in the right direction. Before he could say ¨Ekskusimar, ipi lo bus del la Montevideo Por Favor asseblief¨ the bus driver took off, and Drew not knowing the word for stop had to do a tuck and roll from the moving vehicle itself.

Lucky the bus came to a screetching halt before flattening Drews head.
And with me holding back the hysteria we boarded the next bus headed back to starting point A in silence, with dropped lip in tow. Mission not accomplished...

Ground Hog Day

We woke up the next morning determined to find some beach. Boarded a bus that we were positive was heading in the right direction. Until again, on the other side of slumville we asked the bus driver the all important äre we nearly there yet¨.. he cracked up. Asked us if we had seen the series LOST, and proceeded to call Drew - Jack from theron out. A real thigh slapper for him and all his chums who he relayed the story to.

We eventually got to our destination, and being completely over blinking busses, we walked 20 kms back to the hostel along some pretty impressive coastline to avoid a repeat performance.