The bus trip between Colonia and Montevideo is alongside the coast and through farmlands- mainly maize and cattle farms. Its green and tranquil. Montevideo is a sprawling city with sightseeing possibilities from one end to another; which does make it a bit challenging to get around. I stayed in the historical centre. I arrive on Saturday afternoon, and head out down the main street to explore, however as it is late afternoon nearly all the shops are already closed. I thought it would be a good opportunity to check the historical buildings, without crowds, until a huge downpour of rain set in and I got completely soaked!
On Sunday- as is the case in small or big cities- the whole city center was pretty much shutdown. I went for a walk around Ciudad Vieja, down the pedestrian streets. There is a mixture of old colonial buildings, art deco and newer buildings. It was surprising though how quickly the streets turned from pleasant, to one block away from the tourist area, pretty dodgy! The market was preparing their asados (barbeques) and smelled real good! The meat and sausages are placed on pyramidal, rotating grids above the coals.
In the evening I was lucky enough to get a tour of the more distant parts of Montevideo with another of Frank’s cousins! Maria took me for a drive down the never ending Rambla (river side promenade). We also went to have a traditional dinner of chivito, a sandwich filled with tomato, lettuce, ham, cheese and a very thin steak. It was good. We also tried to find some candombe music (traditional drums that are played in the streets) established from African slaves. As a final cherry on the cake we did a night drive around the Palacio Legislativo – parliament buildings. (Photos are taken during the day)

















As nearly all the museums are closed on Sunday I made Monday my museum day. The first stop was the Andes 1972 museum. It is about the Air Force plane crash of flight 571 that had a Uruguayan rugby team and some family members on-board. It crashed into the Andes on a flight to Santiago. The museum focuses on the facts of the accident and the survival of the passengers (not all) during the 72 days that followed. It does not focus on the survivors that ate the dead to sustain themselves. I also met and had a small tour by the curator: Norwegian/Uruguayan Jorg Thomsen. He is clearly very knowledgeable and passionate about the topic and it was great meeting him. 16 out of 45 passengers and crew survived; not all died on impact. The famous book “Alive” is based on this event, and there is also a movie. (No photos are allowed in the museum- sorry).
The gaucho (cowboy) museum is located in a beautiful old colonial building. It has a superb marble staircase to the first floor and brilliant wooden staircase to the second floor. There is a large exhibition of exquisite silver crafted cowboy and horse paraphernalia. There was also a mate (pronounced ma-tey) display (traditional herbal bitter tea) that is drunk across much of South America. I need to explain this as it is much deeper than just drinking tea! Uruguayans walk around hugging their thermal flasks and mates (the carved mugs that you drink from) and drinking straws in the streets, at work and in the parks- everywhere and anywhere. Learn more about the mate culture here.









The town hall (Intendencia) has a 270-degree viewpoint from its top floor, and is great to check out the major buildings of the city and the extent of the city too!
On Monday afternoon Maria took me to Prado Park and the great neighbourhood that it is located in. We started in the rose garden of the park. The neighbourhood is not top class allegedly- though it would have been in its heyday- there are many old mansions and large gardens in the area. The Hotel del Prado is located in the park and available for functions. We also stopped by a superb neo-gothic church (Las Carmelitas), though it was closed.
On Tuesday I went to the tile museum- a private collection of hundreds of historic tiles from around the world. Maria was kind enough to offer to take me to the bus station, and took me for a spin of the eastern Carrasco neighbourhood. It used to be a separate seaside holiday retreat, but has now been soaked into the expanding city. It has a completely different relaxed vibe to the actual city. It is also the modern version of Prado neighbourhood and is considered a very classy place to live. The houses are large and within large gardens too!











