Not much is known about Uruguay. People don’t elaborate on this country. I’m trying to find something worth while cycling through.
Longed to be in the Uruguayan spring, I meet with boredom and rain. What I hoped for is not here.
Camp fires in micro patches of forest with trees to hang in. An explosion of taste, brought along by a friend never seen before. It still are the small things in cycling life which enlighten my spirit.
A big difference than feeling pitiful and cold has now arrived: heightened by an abundance of invitations and meetings. The end of the winter is coming close, and so am I towards a general happiness again.