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gerbieAfter 6 hours in the bus with my eyes closed in some state inbetween awake and asleep, I arrived in Paysandu this afternoon. Somehow on entering the second biggest city of Uruguay I felt that spending time here might not be such a good idea. So before leaving the busterminal I had informed about bustimes out of town again.
I was right, walking around there was so little to see and do, that I had to refrain myself from laughing out loud. Only the central square (park) is not bad. Down there they created a museum about the defense of the city in 1864. Not really well thought out though, with a fountain just above it, several points had water sipping through the roof. Not that there was much to see, apart from a few newspaper clippings and the urn with the ashes of Gnrl. Lopez, who was killed then.
So now it is time to check my mail, update my LJ and then back to the terminal, to cross the border to Argentina today, plenty of hours sitting in a bus for me today. Oh well, that´s what travelling is about. I guess.
I was right, walking around there was so little to see and do, that I had to refrain myself from laughing out loud. Only the central square (park) is not bad. Down there they created a museum about the defense of the city in 1864. Not really well thought out though, with a fountain just above it, several points had water sipping through the roof. Not that there was much to see, apart from a few newspaper clippings and the urn with the ashes of Gnrl. Lopez, who was killed then.
So now it is time to check my mail, update my LJ and then back to the terminal, to cross the border to Argentina today, plenty of hours sitting in a bus for me today. Oh well, that´s what travelling is about. I guess.
