confusion and charango concert was already The issue happened this very afternoon, during a step that had to do. It had to go to a place in the city of Montevideo, where I live since I was a zygote, but almost completely unknown. Right from the time I was given the address by telephone, the streets do not hit me anything. Almost like I sounded like "these streets do not exist, but if any, curzarían not ", which was denied first by a street map and then by the most pure and hard realities. After I located and oriented in the plane, I decided that the 546 was the coach said, and went beyond what happier.
As soon as I rested my anatomy in the seat 546, I realized that the bus whose route had in mind was the 76, or whether they had confused speed with bacon. He then reasoned that the 546 would not let me so far, so I decided to follow him. The very latest, if the down I realized that I would not survive the trek through the heat, I took another bus and go, giving the card advantage STM * and 2-hour ticket, because the Municipality of Montevideo have done 99 things wrong, but made a good and it was this, the opportunity to travel all that is wanted for two hours and for only 23 pesos **.
However, the confusion brought transporteril good thing: a few stops later, the bus climbed three musicians, a Uruguayan with a guy (I mean the drum, not a child), a maybe Chile with a charango, a sikus and a bamboo flute, and a girl whose nationality I could not deduce with maracas and other small percussion instruments. First interpreted "Candombe of long stick" in a particular (And excellent, at least to my ear cobblestone) version charango, and then a string of popular songs of Colombian folklore. In the end, most people applauded-which is, because to applaud a Uruguayan is more difficult than making shaving and Ahmadinejad will convert to Zen Buddhism and contributed his mite , asked the Chilean musician with grace, as when he asked for applause for the driver of the bus that left them up, asked that we meet with enthusiasm.
Obviously, at 76 I would have missed the concert.
Come to my non-target, I got and decided I would walk, since Rocha street (which was only known for having crossed many times but never had gone, and I served as a shortcut) invited to the walk: a green tunnel formed by a very old banana and he put a huge note of freshness in the afternoon, unthinkable in a street in the sun.
Arrival at destination, please follow the procedure with great success, and went down the street Rocha, but the opposite lane, headed for the bus stop, this time of the 76. Passing by a house that had a large window overlooking the sidewalk, I was surprised to hear a piano, and a male voice singing "The day I want ".
Yes, I said it again: there are times-short, yes, at Montevideo that becomes a wonderful city.
* System Metropolitan Transportation
** Just a little over a dollar, and a little less than a euro