Hostel Bar, La Paloma

We arrived at the bus station at around four in the afternoon, we had forgotten to print the directions to the hostel so had to get a taxi. It turns out we were only 2 minutes away this was a bit embarrassing never the les we were here. We were greeted at the hostel by a massive dog that was not too friendly. We became pals though so it's all good. Bags dumped we hit the local beach advised by the people at the hostel. This place was cool and a million miles away from Punta, dusty roads quiet roads with no pavement make up the town small town. The beach was cool and quiet busy we got in the sea and watched some surfs do there thing.

We went back to the hostel where we meet the owner from LA. She was really patronizing and thought she was business women of the year like someone you would expect to see on dragons den just because she runs a s***ty little hostel. Anyway she told us the next town was where it was at so she took us there in the back of her truck. There was a big screen showing highlights of Uruguay's road to victory in the Copa America, it was cool people where cheering the goals and were well into it which created a good atmosphere.

The next day we went to explore the town, that is tiny we meet the stoner that is really chuffed he is the manger of the hostel that really does no work literally the guy does nothing. We went out to the beach and in the evening meet some cool people at the hostel and spent the night drinking there. There was only one annoying guy he had travelled South America backwards, we were following the sun he was following the rain. All his stories were about going to really nice beaches but it was raining and taking buses places. Anyway we had a good night.

The next day we were meant to be going to a really cool town, where there is no electricity the place is in a time walk, it looked exciting because it was different. The only problem was the rain was torrential so there was no point going. We spent the day sitting around listening to the women who owned the hostel talking to people like they were stupid she was really starting to piss me off. The whole four days we were there the stoner had one job to do which was to screw a bunk bed to the wall which he didn't do and this is the person she leaves in charge of her business all day what a dickhead.

We braved the main to get are bus tickets to Florianopolis which was going to take 18 hours what a beast. Panicking at the thought of this life sentence length bus journey he found a cool little spot with wifi and began downloading as many podcasts to keep us entrained on the bus as possible. The day of the bus journey, first he had to get another bus to where we would be picked up. When we got off the first bus we had no clue where to go, we followed some girls to a petrol station on a min road. If it was not for them we would have never found the bus, we chilled with a few beers to make us sleepy for the bus then set off next stop Brazil, how sick.