Colonia, Uguraray

ok I think I'm supposed to write about Colonia .. A fascinating place but not quite as fascinating as the place I'm writing this blog post at.. I'm on a train from Nice to Milan and there is power plugs and a table for me to write this blog post it's actually quite cool.. I have to say.. Alright back to my blog post which is supposed to be about Colonia.

Colonia is a small town in Ururgray across the bay from Buenos Aires, Argentina. I went with a couple of guys I met from the hostel. We had heard from other people that have been to Colonia before that we were able to rent a golf cart and drive around the entire city for around US$40.. So we decided to rent one and have abit of fun with it.. Actually I think the exact words we were told about the experience was the terrify the residents of colonia by hooning around.. The only problem with what we were told was that what they ment by hoon was actually only 40km/h which isn't fast at all... but ya know..

We went along the beach part of town cause I thought that there'd be somewhere cool to get something to eat.. but since we'd already eaten in the town of colonia. It was alright.. We actually managed to find the place where they had bull fights.. It was falling apart and probably neglected for a very long time but it was still pretty cool to see... It was fenced off but we broke in anyway and I went to the top of the crumbling stairs and got a photo before I was too scared to go any further and were told by the guys that I was traveling with that I was insane.. Actually looking back on it.. I don't quite know how I managed to get the courage to do that, when I'm usually the last one to do anything at home.

Well after that debacle we went back toward the ocean and got to the end where previously we saw a man with his horses at the side of the road.. One of the group whom knew spanish went and asked the man how much it was for a horse ride. The answer was ARP$3 for an hour.. So we all said yes for the ride on the horses to which the guy took us around to where the sheraton hotel started and went on the beach then when back to where we parked our golf cart... It was one memorable part of the trip to which I named my horse "George"... We went to a bar near the ferry terminal for a beer then went back to Buenos Aires that night... The next day was to be my last day in buenos aires.

On the last day I went to La Bolca the place where the soccer team of buenos aires plays home games. It was amazing and full of color and life.. Although you could definitely tell that it was a tourist town with all the people dressed in tango gear and wanting to take a photo of you in hopes of charging you around ARP$10 for it. I guess that wasn't too bad to get your photo taken with a really hot tango dancer but the problem was the need to have to pay for the privilege it's almost like paying for a hooker. For that reason alone I didn't like the concept.

But after that I went and caught a train out to the suburbs to have a look at how actual argentine people live and its a very strange mix of life I have to say. There was people selling every kind of thing you can imagine ranging from toothpaste to light bulbs.. Yelling and screaming on the train and the one that amazed me the most was the man who was blasting his radio with argentine songs and then asking people for money for the privilege of hearing music on the train.. I didn't understand this one.. But you know.. Normal life in Argentina I think maybe quite grueling, from what I saw there was noticeable poverty in the suburbs but then again I didn't really go into the suburbs to really see the difference..

This adventure will be left until next time I think. I went back to the city, got my bags and went to catch my overnight bus to Iguazu.