After very intense travel experiences in Patagonia and Antarctica, I decided I was not ready to go home yet, and stayed on the coast of Uruguay to get some peace of mind. I took a bus from the Tres Cruces terminal in Montevideo, which took me in some five hours to La Pedrera; when I arrived, it was late in the evening, it was raining, and after leaving my stuff in a hostel, I was happy to still find a restaurant open for business. Not only was the service great, the food was also very good, and I was in a very good mood, looking forward to the next day. Unfortunately, after a bad experience at my hostel, I found myself looking for a new place to stay which proved easier than I thought in the middle of the night.
The next morning, when I woke up, the sky was still cloudy, and people told me that, strangely, the weather has not been too good the previous days. After breakfast, it was still dry, and I set out to explore the little coastal town. Walking the main street leading straight to the ocean did not take more than ten minutes, and I found myself on a small hill overlooking the coastline on both the north and south side. The look of the ocean, combined with the wild surf below me, quickly convinced me to walk down, and I walked the beach for a close-up view of the spectacular sight of the waves pounding the rugged, rocky coastline, being pushed high up in the air. It was not too cold, and my only problem seemed to decide whether to walk towards the north or the south.
After seeing a small wreck on the beach in the south, the decision was taken, and I walked up to the rusty remains of a small boat, seemingly capsized on the beach. I continued walking through the strong wind, and found a protected place behind a sand dune where I ate some of the peaches I had bought that morning. After a relaxing break, I walked back to the rocky formations, curious straight lines in the sand, and climbed to a higher vantage point which allowed me a great view over the furious force of the waves as they approached the coastline, as if they were out to destroy it. Apparently, these are the oldest rocks of the Americas - however old they are, the ocean did not make it yet to demolish them. From here, I walked to the wide, and long, beach towards the north. I came across quite a few dead seals, and while I had still seen some people near La Pedrera, I soon found myself alone on the beach, under a beautiful cloudy sky. I walked until it was getting dark, and time to go back. I was getting hungry, made it back to La Pedrera just before sunset. A great, relaxing, last day of my long trip in South America.
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