As we boarded the ferry for the river crossing to Colonia, the nearest town to Argentina in Uruguay, we were unsure what to expect, apart from a lot of fields. The ferry was very pleasant, and before we knew it we had arrived in Uruguay. Even I never thought I’d be saying that.
The town of Colonia we arrived in serves primarily that purpose: entertaining people going back and forth over the river. Due to this, I expected a busy town full of people waiting around, but it surprised me in a very good way. The town is quite small, and full of little cobbled streets overlooked by big trees. With a view of the beach from the main street and a refreshing sea breeze, it felt a world away from the heat and hustle and bustle of Buenos Aires. What I liked the most was the peacefulness: very few cars drove bar, and electric buggies were available to rent for a cruise around the town. Unfortunately we weren’t old enough for that though. Colonia now felt like a destination itself and a place worth visiting and spending a day in and not just used to pass through. With it’s picture perfect streets and old cars, it was easy enough to spend an afternoon and night here, before heading on to one of the things I was most exited for in Uruguay.
The next day we had booked in to a Uruguayan estancia and horse farm. The only problem with estancias, is that they’re in the middle of nowhere. After being told by the bus driver we would be dropped off at the entrance of the drive, things looked promising. When we arrived at the drive however, there was no estancia to be seen. Only miles and miles of fields with not a lot else. After walking for about 15 minutes with still nothing insight, a car drove by and asked where we were going. We jumped into the land rover as the man was a friend of the farm, and he drove us the rest of the 8km to the horse farm. So much for ‘the start of the drive’. Finally arriving, the horse farm was all I had hoped for. A cute barn house was surrounded by a few smaller barn style rooms for all of the 8 guests to stay. After being told to keep the doors shut to make sure tarantula’s didn’t get in the rooms, we were ready to get out on the horses.
Having only ridden once, and that being more a Peruvian donkey than a horse, I was still a little bit nervous. These gaucho horses were a lot bigger, but I was assured they would be better trained than in Peru. After being given a short briefing, we were put on the horses and went out into the fields. The riding was great and the 3 hours flew by and so did my initial nerves. Being able to ride with Annabel did make things a lot easier as she is very good and encouraged me a lot. After our long ride, we all sat down at the kitchen table and had a quite delicious home-cooked fish meal. Sitting at a table and having a home-made meal was a really good taste of home, and after I’d devoured that I was more than ready for bed, and to head on to the capital, Montevideo, the following day.