SOY URUGUAYSSER! Bouland (literally the ´land of chill´) is the eco-compound where we have been not so much staying but living. Fonch and Pitu, the owners, have been showing us (Eleanor, Sabrina and Me that is, as their only paying clients) about the place; teaching us to surf, treking over the hills (and when the battered old jeep conks out, i.e. frequently,back through the woods), teaching us sushi making, collecting mussels for supper, generator maitenance, tourist sights, cliff jumping, to Bob Marley tribute concerts (¿as bemused as you?!) and star gazing!
Pitu´s real name is Dolores (Pitu, incidentally means Smurf), by which we´d all presumed a homely mama baking away but turned out to be a 23yr old stunner albeit one who baked us bread for breakfast in the outside kitchen in the hand-built mud oven!
After hectic days and collecting mussels for supper by sunset we managed to fall asleep over supper and going out time on our last night and were unamused to have missed out on supper but it did make waking up at 7 for Sab to get her bus rather less affrontive! Eleanor and me (after a sunbathe and some dulce de leche) then brought empandas and hopped on board the jeep for casapueblo the house (and work) of Vilaro which was awesome after our picnic on the beautiful beach by the cliffs at Porto Ballena (like Gairloch but hotter and with a view of punta del este). After we visited the tree museum on the hill, where we studiously avoided comprehending ´probhibitar subir´and climbed up the watchtower (vertical drop ladder - utter disregard for elf and safety) where the innocent but illiterate english girl act was sussed rather quickly by the fireman on duty who happened to have worked in Ireland. Fortunately he didn´t mind the imposistion of 3 girls on his lonely watch so we enjoyed the view without fines or arrest! Finally onto the bus(es) for Colonia!
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