When the big dream suddenly feels completely different as expected. Rain shower instead of bright sunshine. Backpipes instead of pats. Then you actually landed in reality ...
The fact is, today I have nothing. The only goal: do nothing. You do not have to do any more in Cabo Polonio, because there is nothing to do with it.
As far as carnival is concerned, nobody can fool me. I thought. After all, I'm a Cologne girl. With real carnivaljecken in the family. My parents have…
"How are you today, Stefan?" At the Uruguayan border one is always addressed by first name. The border guards wear a suit, no trace of weapons. Elegant as on a Mafia wedding. But where is the godfather?
And so finally I came to Venezuela. The passport control was in ominous circumstances. Some motorcyclist collected our passports and we were taken to a small back room. There was a man with a leg infection and was enjoying a foot bath while his wife was preparing something in the open kitchen.
Slight panic creeps up in me. There is certainly an outlet somewhere. Or not? A beep, then it is dead. The first few hours I look again and again on the screen. Mechanically. But there is nothing. The big, black nothing on the screen. Only landscape around me. I feel like a beetle lying on my back and not knowing what's going to happen next.
A few kilometers before Jose Ignacio on the coast of Uruguay, the bus spits me out like chilled vegetables. The air condition in the modern coach has forced me cap, scarf and jacket. I am completely frozen and stay for the first time in the glistening light of the sun on the roadside to thaw. Right the sea, incredibly blue. On the opposite side of the road the lagoon Jose Ignacio and on its shore a few houses.
One morning I wake up and the word "Montevideo" still lies on my sleepy tongue. , Montevideo. I have to go to Montevideo, I think, and then: where the hell is this?
There is the horse and looks at me. So I'm supposed to ride this. Actually, I do not like horses. But now I am in Uruguay, in the mountains of Rocha. In the land of the gauchos. 3 million inhabitants and 12 million cows. You have to ride through the pampas. Hello, feeling of freedom and adventure? Is there anything better? ... If there were not the ghosts of the past.
Dark clouds hang low over the sea, which sways back and forth. Seagulls screech their laps and very far away, only noticeable as a small dot, drives a fishing boat on the waves. Sand and water - and nothing else. Here in this seclusion lies Cabo Polonio.