Pink Jansport Backpack

We were three and the destination was Punta del Diablo. We left at 11 for the Tigre, hence the Cacciola went to Caramel. We were listening to music of the highlands hurry when he realized Meme-or rather, when one asked and Meme-realized that he had no identity card, or cedula or passport. He argued that it was "almost" a province, but the word is not enough. The car turned around to fly at speeds inamaginadas home to find your ID Meme and she insisted that there was no point lose ALL the trip that night, she would take the next day. We decided to heed and started our journey back to Tigre. Meme intespestivamente reached into her purse and found yellow Vespa their identity. Calm all, we returned to the adrenaline of the trip. Meme and I had taken a very practical luggage, say, the tent divided into 3 parts and loose, two bags of those that cross and you cut off the circulation of the arm (mine was pink), the sleeping bag hanging , a shopping bag Frida Kahlo (most packages, but very uncomfortable) and a backpack. Instead Cuki had his backpack pink jansport backpack mochicheta and canchero. We put all the stuff, and entered the boat which would take us to dwarf Uruguay. The trip was fantastic but reach only 1 hours sleep based on perspiration. Then came the descent and the bus to Montevideo. Reached shivering not think for a while, something that this trio will cost more than money. In Montevideo took a bus to Punta del Diablo and there began the audacity. We arrived at through the beach town and fishing without knowing where we would sleep. All our luggage hurt, Meme was on a white micro skirt and enjoyed, and I sweated Cuki. And nobody knew guided walk to the campsite, there was one that was close but the close was not present before. The sand with water and mud smeared my body and did not appear to campsite. Finally we get to the campsite where the green and made nature of scenario, the problem was that there was no hot water but we did not care. We got our plot and Meme and I knew what was the immaculate magic that could turn at 3 packets in a tent. I looked for water, put music Meme. Cuki made art: he took the floor, the stakes, the tent., Ran the club, leave the earth flat, while we just watched. The degree of "uselessness" professed by our ability not made that for a moment everything was disbanded, studs and put the rope broke, there were four and the two stood the tent had a different height. Frustrated Cuki said we'd have to go to the hostel and load the tent as punishment. I ran to get help, the girl who worked at the camp broke the rope all the tent pegs and assembled. It was a miracle. Only then, Thursday 14 hours (we were out on Wednesday at 12 pm), we put on our bikinis and ran into the sea. The campsite had a kitchen and a sort of grid on the floor, I tried to put water to mate but challenged me and provided me a heater. Meme sang to justify bringing in addition to everything mentioned above, his guitar. The problem was that it was the repertoire of 2 songs by Shakira, one of the Canto del Loco, another Amaral and perhaps the only one who could make us distinguished: I do not sit on your desk Cadillacs. The nights were a star Cuki, was what made Salsitas and noodles in the "grill" in light of the moon, Meme was going to take care of the light and the heat, I had not done. It was cloudy and rainy days in between, so we decided to eat and taste wine. Meme sang with guitar and microphone on people's favorite subject, Shakira Sonobe up the treble. The rain seemed to espantanos, Cuki loved the beach in the rain, Meme wanted brown but the wine suited him and I enjoyed being with two heavenly creatures .. Fell by chance to "avant-garde cultural center," called Mandinga, I fell helplessly Fede (its owner), we guessed our karma maya, mine was linked worlds, like Meme, Cuki electric monkey. Actually, we did not believe much in our descriptions, but Fede was very nice. The wooden houses shaped boats, hammocks, boats anchored in the sand in the civic center, hair full of hippies and returning torrugas sea turtles, made to sleep on the ground and eat in the dark had sense.