Chapter 305: What Haven't You Seen?
The last stop in South America, Uruguay.
Walking into Montevideo, Uruguay is very low-key compared to Brazil and Argentina. Because there is no industrial activity, the territory is beautiful, the tourism industry is very developed, and the air quality is excellent, so it is called the Switzerland of South America. Every summer, people from all over the world come here for vacation, and at one time it became the backyard of Brazilians and Argentinians.
The climate is mild, with green trees and flowers blooming all year round, and it is known as the City of Roses. Walking on July 18th Street, the main street, is also the place with the highest concentration of attractions, 80% of the tourist attractions are in its vicinity.
Montevideo means I see the mountains, and the yellow Rio de la Plata is the widest river in the world, more than 100 kilometers wide from Monte to the opposite bank of the Argentine River, and the mouth reaches 222 kilometers at its widest point.
What is the concept? It's like the distance from the magic capital to Zhenjiang, or from the capital to Hengshui. The original colonists thought it was the sea, but in fact it was a river, not a sea.
The Old Town is home to well-preserved Spanish colonial buildings, where you can see laid-back locals strolling and sipping yerba mate, and climb the Elfa Road Lighthouse for panoramic views of the colonial town.
Not far away is a strange building called Casa Pueblo, which is hand-built by the artist Carlos Páez Viró, a white complex of buildings along the mountain, as if you are in a small Mediterranean town.
Follow the small stone path, which is a distance of five minutes, to the city wall, but there is no gate. On the right-hand side is a small gallery full of wall paintings.
Passing through the doorway, the ancient city gate jumps into view like a painting in the gallery, but this one occupies all your sight, peaceful and magnificent.
The street at its foot is called Sigh Street, which retains the colonial architecture on both sides and is also famous for its mysterious story. There are many versions of legend, some say that prisoners sentenced to death would be tied up here until they drowned in the high tide of the river.
Some say that in the past, there were many green houses on this street, and the local sailors would come to relieve their boredom and sigh for their love at the same time. Another version says that a woman in love was stabbed to death while waiting for her lover, and that she returned here every full moon night to wait for her to get her lover.
The strange thing is that all the door plates are made of Portuguese ceramics, and the color is similar to the blue and white porcelain of our Celestial Empire, and we are three hundred years earlier than them. The souvenir shop sells large and small replicas, so you can't help but buy a fridge magnet-sized one for later memories.
Stroll to the central lighthouse of the ancient city, with the ruins of the Convent of San Francisco behind it. Climb to the top of the lighthouse tower for 25 pesos for a bird's-eye view of the ancient city. The pinnacle twin towers are the Church of Our Lady and, despite several reconstructions, is considered the oldest church in Uruguay.
Take a deep breath, the weather is nice, the trees are shady, the flowers are blooming all over the walls, and the temperature is good for walking and cycling. Locals flock to the waterfront to relax and frolic on the beach.
When I came to South America, I found that everyone seemed to be obsessed with retro cars. Everywhere you look, you can see them quietly queuing up in front of restaurants, taking a nap on the grass, overlooking the island by the river, or willing to make a potted plant, and every car is enjoying its own life.
All the way to the port of Portovière, there are people selling gardenias in baskets by the market, and the fragrance reminds people of Jiangnan in the first summer. It's just that the people who sell flowers in Jiangnan are either old ladies in blue calico or little sisters with braids, and the guys in jeans who sell flowers here are not them.
A green space next to the square, where citizens relax and entertain. Many retirees dance tango in the square, reminiscent of SC Johnson's square dancing in China. Tango is the quintessence of Argentina, but because of the proximity of Mongolia to Buenos Aires, many of the cultural customs of the two countries are the same.
The most lavishly decorated on both sides are either cafes or bookstores. Coming all the way from Argentina and seeing many world-famous beautiful bookstores, maybe Latins really love to read?
In fact, when it comes to Uruguay, those who are familiar with football will think of world superstars, while those who are not familiar with football will have a confused face in their minds. But back in 2016, it was named one of the top 10 best places to visit in 2016 by Lonely Planet.
It has some of the best beaches in South America, a summer resort loved by surfers from all over the world, and a bare-bellied city for European beauties. It is said that George W. Bush also bought several villas here and came here every year for vacation.
In front of us is the Centennial Stadium, which witnessed Uruguay's first World Cup victory in 1930 and is still one of the busiest football stadiums in Uruguay today.
Looking at the various brilliant results in front of him, he found that the long-term low tide period made Uruguay gradually forgotten by the football world, and even described as a dark horse by some media after the victory over Portugal?
But it has always been a powerhouse in South American football, having won the World Cup twice and reached the last four of the World Cup three times. Strong strength can compete with Brazil and Argentina.
Drive all the way to the east, and the seaside resorts are lined up with spectacular ocean views and pristine white sand beaches. At this time, there are many Brazilian babes who come to escape the heat, and it is a time of carnival 24 hours a day, seven days a week.
The east and west sides are surrounded by stunning beach scenery, but with different styles. On the west side, the sea breeze is gentle and the sea surface is calm and gentle all year round, while on the east side, the waves are turbulent and unusually violent.
The eyes are full of long legs, and they are choppy with the waves......
I sigh that the girls here are really well developed, and the figure is not said, but unfortunately the skin is too dark, the facial features are too rough, and it is still an aesthetic problem.
I traveled half the world, tasted all kinds of beauties, and finally found that it was still yellow. White is also good, forget about other races, it's okay to change the taste occasionally, it's too tiring to ride for a long time!
When you come to the restaurant, the beef that is indispensable for every meal, and the yerba mate that you keep in your hand all day long is the most distinctive sign of Uruguay. Order a good dry aged and try the three ripe, cross-sectional bright red texture, no juice, the most refreshing taste.
The pale beer here is called rubia, and the dark beer is called negrao. The local wines are also good, especially the beef sandwich called Chivito, which looks like a hamburger but tastes completely different. Top with eggs, cream, bacon, olives, lettuce, salad dressing, ketchup, and beef......
A full!
Comparing Europe and South America is like ice and fire, two completely different feelings. Europe is delicate and elegant, paying attention to the details and tastes of life. The character is old-fashioned and restrained.,Very cold.。
South America is diametrically opposed, bold and hot, whether it is food or beauty, as long as the eyes have confirmed that the right person has been confirmed, without saying a word, directly pick up the gun and get on the horse.
The fun of travel lies in this, this time has opened the eyes of SC Johnson, seen a variety of strange folklore, the three views have been constantly refreshed, and people have become more and more calm.
In a word:
Seeing so much, what else is there to be afraid of?