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The information deficit, also known as the "travel without Lonely Planet", it also has advantages.
Now I am writing from Montevideo, Uruguay, without even knowing how I got there.
Let me explain.
In my last moment of awareness was in Villa General Belgrano, outside Cordoba, and I wanted to go to Villa Carlos Paz, a village in the Sierra with plenty of nightlife and culture.
I take the micro (small bus) to Cordoba where we get another for Villa Carlos Paz.

It's raining.

It's raining, for you that you are at home does not mean much. Ie there is life-changing.
For me it was a revolution.

On the way to Cordoba hills green and black and white cows are sitting beside the driver and reflect:
- "Mumble, mumble, as if it is Villa Carlos Paz Villa General Belgrano, will be full of tourists and hard to find a hotel, without even thinking about a hotel with internet access in room. I guess I expect a casino, mumble mumble. "

Arrival at Cordoba and still raining. So I decided to stop there, in the same hotel, and go to Carlos Paz on the day (have a couple of hours by bus). I call my hotel and they are full. I go to a hostel and they are full.
He began to tour the city with the backpacker and ask for a room with internet.
I am the slave of the Internet.
The catch is that if you do not have room I lose more money than they can in productivity savings in a budget hotel.
It 'a mess. They are a commodity. Other than backpackers. Other than free without worries.
But I like it, breasts are too easy.

However, more girth and less I want to stay two days in Cordoba. I've been here and it rains.
Around the corner and the east wind brings me echoes of Buenos Aires.
Baires calls me "come, come, come back here."

Then I decide to go to Buenos Aires, even if the apartment is only available from Sunday.

I go to the bus station and at one point I wrote "Montevideo."
Electrocuted. The unknown is calling me.
I think:
- "Mumble mumble, how long I do not go in a new country? Life must be one. I always go back to the same places. Uruguay, Montevideo, exotic names. Another point on the map to be transformed into sensations and images. Another part of the world to make it familiar. "

Now, the problem is that the collective imagination, or perhaps only in the personal, Montevideo and Baires are attached. The classic phrase is "the other side of the river."
Ok, then on a ticket to Montevideo.
But because it costs more than twice?

From 5 to 10 late in the morning by bus, comfortable undergoing a compilation video of the 80 extracts of 30 seconds each. Switch from "The final countdown" in Europe "In the Name of Love" by U2, through Roxette, Bon Jovi, Madonna, Nick Kamen and an endless series of memories of my adolescence. After 50 songs are stupid. The 80 make a certain effect, but fired at high speed is frightening. I laugh for a few dance steps and vesititi and cry for a few songs (with Carrie of Europe I danced my first slow, the whole New Year's Eve with the same song).
Continue with at least 150 songs. Then it ends, thanks to God

Arrival in Montevideo and there are videos everywhere, mostly on hilltops. For this is called Montevideo. It also sells flat-panel displays plasma at low prices. Really.

The day before I had almost booked a hotel with Wi-Fi in the room at Hostel World, but then I stopped because I did not want to pay 2 euros to the site and also I thought that I would have given the worst room because they have to pay commission to the site.
Decision to be included in the annual "chapels of TripLuca that asshole," I say that because the Tourist Office is completely full because of the Carnival.
I call the hotel in question and beg a room.
- "Nada".
Asshole.

So I booked another with Wi-Fi in the lobby. I take a taxi to arrive nice and ' Hotel Klee for U $ 35 (25 euros) gives me a beautiful room on the second floor, at my request to be close to the antenna of the Wi-Fi, messenger of the Great Mother.
I get in the room, I open the Mac and the signal there. I am online, the world smiles at me.

I go down, I go to breakfast, placed me in a nice café and watch people go by.
I try to calculate the percentage of those who walk with the thermos and mate in hand and are below 1%. With this I confirm that the "perception" that I had (all in hand with the mate in Montevideo) is one thing, and other statistics.

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