The borders between the south of Brazil, Uruguay and Argentina are weak, the area is very homogeneous, the immense pampa occasionally interrupted by some cities and finally the mega-cities of Montevideo and then Buenos Aires.
The roads run through endless territories with no human traces, then suddenly appear faster gauchos on horseback directing endless herds of cattle.
This is the journey through the Uruguay. These impressions of a fleeting day in Uruguay.
The images in the mind of many months spent in Brazil and the promise of making a last Argentine dream, kept in the drawer for a long time.
Porto Alegre, land of gauchos
Porto Alegre is a pretty and peaceful town. Around a lot of green and boundless land of the gauchos, prelude of Argentinean pampa, where the local cowboys live their herding and hard life, sipping mate and waging a tough challenge with life.
The ring is almost closed, lacking only a final touch, a final check and then off to a new world … In this corner of Switzerland everything takes on the contradictory contours of allegory: sympathetic northerners who fled from hunger past centuries have colonized a world so different from them, but they were able to shape it as they wished. To their own image: order, cleanliness, progress. All seasoned with a hint of green and gold fantasy. Até logo Brasil, muito obrigado!