Cruzando a ConcordiaPacked and with a stomach full of ice cream, I took a bus to the terminal, and bought a ticket to Concordia. But the Uruguayan bus system turned out to be disappointing: at 14h30, they gave me back the 73 pesos, since the bus had been somehow damaged. I had no patience to wait until the next bus, which was in about 6 hours.
So I went to the port, and I ended up crossing in a boat to Concordia. More interesting than simply a bus…
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* Comment from blog * (2008-12-18::20:21) Me hamburgueso, sÃ. Pero bueno, tenÃa tiempo limitado y no era la forma. Además, si me hubiese puesto a hacer dedo, no llegaba a tiempo ni de conha (teclado português). Y habÃa más gentes que iban al puerto, pero sus coches estaban llenos… Write a comment |
* Comment from El Wendigo * (2008-12-18::19:13)
Te aburguesas…yo habrÃa pasado haciendo dedo en el puerto, o a nado…todos envejecemos.