ROADS WITHOUT RETURN
Douglas and I were preparing to pass the border from Argentina to Uruguay. We were going to catch a ferry that crosses from Buenos Aires to Montevideo (capital of Uruguay) through the immense Mar de Plata, the widest river in the world. But which is very close to each other. Before taking the boat, we passed through customs and were somewhat concerned about the problem that Douglas had with his passport and when we reached the window what we feared appeared ...
Douglas could not return to Argentina if he passed the border and if he arrived in Uruguay, they were going to have the same problem to return, so he only had the option of returning to Brazil on his own and I had to return to Argentina to catch the flight back to Spain from Buenos Aires. So we knew that moving to Uruguay was our destination to say goodbye.
We took the ferry and during the trip we were somewhat sad and silent. Our journey continued but we knew it was the end of it. We first arrived at “Colonia de Sacramento”, a town with a lot of charm and famous for its cobbled streets. We spent the day walking through this town, taking pictures and enjoying the views of the harbor and the lighthouse of the 19th century. Later we took a bus to go to the capital, Montevideo. Where a good friend of a friend of mine was waiting for us, who opened the doors of her house with love to give us bed and food for one night. As the next day we would leave for "Cabo Polonio".
On the way to Cabo Polonio we had to make a stop to sleep, so we found a hostel in the middle of nowhere ... literally. There was practically no one. It looked like a ghost town. A wild, cold beach and little else, which also had its charm. We really liked being in hotels and interacting with more people. Living in the hostels with other travellers from other parts of the world is very cool, it's like suddenly living with a family you don't know, each one with their stories and their reasons why we are there at that time. In a space and time we agree.
To get to Cabo Polonio we had to access special trucks. It cannot be accessed on your own or by bus or by car. It is a Natural Park where the entrance is full of fine white sand that takes you to the wide and immense beach of Cabo Polonio. This place is simply magical and ideal for getting lost or encountering oneself. There is no electricity, all the hostels or restaurants are operated with solar panels.
There are some “hippies” who have lived there for years, living a life in the middle of nature, by the sea and without great luxuries.
"12 minutes of darkness", Uruguayan singer-songwriter Jorge Drexler song that was inspired by this place to compose this song, because here, in Cabo
Polonio there is a lighthouse that illuminates and gives darkness at the same time. Giving us the opportunity also to be able to see during that full darkness, a blanket of stars in the sky. Another attraction of this place is that there is a colony of sea lions. They quarrel and get angry at each other, often making themselves strong wounds. They are a bit huge and are in full freedom, protected from human beings and their hunting. It is a gift that there are still places slike that to protect these animals.
Cabo Polonio became our home for a week, we didn't want to visit more things. There we were fine, we slept in a hostel where we met several friends with whom in a few days we felt we were like a great gang of friends. We made a bonfire on the beach, we sang songs under the stars, we took pictures of the lighthouse next to a canary and we saw the “noctilucas” in the sea.
The "noctilucas" are a phenomenon that occurs thanks to unicellular organisms of approximately one millimeter, these are bioliminiscent, so they emit a brightness as a result of a biochemical reaction. As in the movie "The life of Pi". Really beautiful, it's like being in a dream. Farewells
The days in Cabo Polonio were passing and many of our friends left to continue their journey. And the moment of our farewell also came ...
I don't like goodbyes, I don't like separations, I don't like having to say goodbye. They were moments of crying, of ending a story of a trip and following each one of our paths.
Douglas had to stay for a while in Uruguay to be able to make some money and continue his trip to Florianopolis. I had to go back to Buenos Aires to catch a flight to Spain and continue with my life there, that was where I felt I had to be, where I wanted to be, with my friends, my family, my home.