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Still kicking around in Termas De Dayman in Uruguay. Bathrobes. The elderly. Babies in hot pools of water sans diapers. Functional Internets. Awesomeness.
Aside from the babies without diapers thing, this place is nice. The water in the thermal pools (constructed of concrete, not natural pools like hot springs and without the sulfur stink) is varying degrees of very hot and there are grassy areas to relax. The weirdest thing is that "yakkity sax" unaccountably plays almost every 15 minutes, preceding an ad for the termas (where everyone already is). Bizarre. It's also very certain that we're the only Americans around. No long hair backpackers. No college t-shirt rocking students. Just Uruguayans and some Argentinians. Evidently the place is mobbed on weekends.


Above is an image from our time in Concordia, the border town between Arg. And Urg., which was brief. The mansion above is one of the town's only sites (though there are some depressing casinos), a lovely old mansion which is absolutely falling apart on the inside.

Below, Concordia's sunny plaza, in bloom.


Here's the Uruguay river, as viewed from Concorida (the land looming behind Young is Uruguay).

That's all I've got today. Tomorrow, posting from Salto, land of slow internets, so maybe no posts. We'll see.