So, our journey began on Monday morning, when we flew from Heathrow airport after a lovely breakfast at the Darwin with Phils ma and brother. They waved us off through airport security and off we merrily trundled, to wonder through the off-duty shops for hours and hours!
Once we were on the plane, we watched about 4 movies before we both had completely square eyes and Phil was getting quite concerned that the flight was actually never going to end..alas, as soon as we began playing our card game, the pilot announced that we would soon begin our descent and we had to pack everything away in the overhead lockers.
First (very brief) stop: Miami
We had eight short hours to enjoy the freedom of Miami before the next 9 hour flight ahead of us began, so we very quickly found ourselves a bus and made our way to South Beach. What a picturesque place it was, we had a stroll down the seafront and observed the excessive vanity displayed by so many people, who had entire teams to take pictures of them slow-mo running down the beach. This was the point at which I realised my shoe choice was far below par and suddenly I was taken back to being 19, fighting through the pain of many, many blisters from stilettos on nights out. Lesson learned: don't wear flip flips when walking for hours in the heat, this choice of airport footwear is only appropriate when catching a direct flight, followed by airport transfer to your hotel/resort.
Miami beach behind us, We boarded our second plane, which was inappropriately economy considering the length of the flight... nevermind though, we napped through the whole thing, waking up every 20 minutes to adjust, so our limbs could re-gain blood flow.
Uruguay, we have (finally) landed! We were through the other side of Uruguay airport in a matter of minutes, and very quickly realised that our Spanish needed to vastly improve before we could go anywhere! Luckily, we were saved by an incredibly friendly Uruguayan amigo, who heard our terrible Spanish attempt with the bus driver and stepped in to help. We caught the bus with her to Montevideo shopping centre where the three of us spent about an hour and a half speaking to a number of phone shop assistants, finding a good phone deal for our travels. Now, Phil and I had initially intended to carry out this search ourselves, which was hilarious as we stood there, saying NOTHING while our new bestie did all the talking.
We woke up Wednesday morning, refreshed and ready to explore so of course, our plan had to be to get to the Montevideo sign for photos. The streets, beaches and parks were full of people enjoying the sunshine of springtime and living their best lives. It took us two and a half hours but we made it to the sign, where two Brazilian ladies kindly took our picture and we all laughed at our enormous language barrier, completing the exchange with a simple 'bien'. The only Spanish word we all seemed to know.
What followed was four hours of meandering through the streets of Montevideo gaining what can only be described as horrific sunburn and eating Phils new favourite, oranges.