...is Montevideo. I really hope that comes up as a trivia question one day.
However, aside from potentially winning me a pub quiz or two later down the line, Montevideo didn't offer a whole lot else.
With its historical buildings and coastline nearby, the Uruguayan capital is no doubt a beautiful city but unless you're immersed in the buzz of city life, it leaves you with very little to do.
One morning we walked a little way out of the centre in search of the Mercado Agricolo which we believed to be a traditional market. However, when we arrived it was more like an indoor shopping centre and not exactly to our taste. Our experience was practically mirrored the following day when we trekked for almost an hour to find Mercado del Puerto. This time, we found a cluster of restaurants in what appeared to be an old station, all selling barbecued sausages, ribs and steak. They looked delicious but were rather pricey so we settled instead for empanadas. I say settled, but these pastry meat pies are bloody amazing - probably one of my favourite things about South America so far!
Anyway, after a second unsuccessful market trip we admitted defeat and followed the rambla all the way back to book our bus for the next destination!
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