Dumb and Dumber...

Punta del Este, Uruguay

We leave the house of Ricardo Piñiero, the owner of Argentina´s top modeling agency and drag our tired feet a few more steps out onto the deserted sandy beach - finally. Other than a few odd fishermen and a couple of small gaggles of hot models, there is no one for miles. I had told Tommy that I would come to Punta with him and when Dave and Mei decided that they didn´t want to come to one of the most beautiful (and expensive) beaches in the world, I stayed with my original plan and we headed across the Rio de la Plata into Uruguay (which for you uneducated gringos, is a different country than Argentina.)

After a disasterous eight hour ferry/bus ride (the packed ferry left BA at 12:30AM and we were forced to find space on the hard floor to sleep on) that left me in bed for twenty-four hours with a fever like the devil himself had breathed down on me and a nasty deep caugh that I´m just now starting to recover from, we arrive in Punta del Este, the jewel of all South American beaches and an international playground for the world´s richest. But on a very tight budget with hardly any money to waste, we set off for the middle of nowhere, with no car, no place to stay and only a prayer of hope that something good will come out of this long and expensive journey. Sitting on the sand Tommy´s phone beeps and he tells me another model from the agency is coming down to say hi. Five minutes later another young, tall and beautiful Argentina girl of 22 years of age saunters down and joins us and then after another five minutes Tommy leaves with her back up to the house, which is really a small compound right on the beach. I finally go out into the coolish Atlantic ocean water and feel at peace for the first time in a long while. TBC...