Montevideo to Buenos Aires

So as I mentioned in one of my initial posts, I hadn't planned much beyond my plane to Uruguay and my first few nights in Montevideo. Therefore, I didn't have any transportation to Argentina booked. I looked it up some before I left for South America, but I didn't book. I'll admit, I tried to buy my tickets after I read about Buquebus online but that became an incredibly difficult. Pretty much impossible as they ask for some document numbers that I simply don't have, and never will have.

So, I figured I'd wing it - and it was best that I did. Prices for me online equated to about $75. I ended up only paying $55 when at the bus station in Montevideo.

Basically, you head to Tres Cruces Bus Station and look for the international section. You'll see Buenos Aires everywhere when you're in the right place. You can shop around at some of the prices listed for different companies, but I was somewhat in a bind as I was trying to bok the day of my departure so I went with what I knew, which was Buquebus. It ended up being a great choice. You need to make sure you have a passport, and with this company in particular you could pay with cash or credit card, which was a big advantage for me. I had heard that some companies only accepted cash, but that wasn't the case for Buquebus.

I did have to hurry back to my hostel, which was about a 35 minute walk away. Being that I had a little over an hour before I needed to check in, I opted to hop on a bus along my walk that I figured could get me in the area of my hostel, and it did, with the help of me following a map on my phone. I jumped out and darted to my hostel and immediately had the reception call a taxi for me. I basically had enough time to look up where my hostel in Buenos Aires was and take a screen shot. Then, off I go with my big yellow bag to see what kind of journey I'm in for.

I walk into the bus station and go check in and get my boarding pass, then pretty much immediately head out the the loading zones and I see a big nice bus, the nicest looking one in the lot, and it's just about full. By the time I walk up, which is 25 minutes before expected departure, and give my bag to the attendant for loading, I am the last one to load the bus. I sit in the very back seat.

I notice we just start to leave, I guess because there's nothing to wait on at this point. "That's nice" I think. Might as well leave now and be early for the next leg! I read my book for a few minutes but really I just wanted to pass the time, so I wrapped up with my neck pillow and was out within minutes. I wake up to the bus parking at the station in Colonia, Uurguay. That two hour ride blew by to say the least.

The Colonia station was incredible. It's apparently been built within the past few years, because it's still sparkling clean. Not the case in Montevideo, or at least Tres Cruces.

I had to go through the immigration process in Colonia, getting checked out by Argentine officials. To be honest, it was super easy. I had read stories where these guys could be tough on you and very skeptical. The day I traveled must have been a good day because they barely payed any attention to me.  They were chatting amongst each other, which I haven't experienced too many agents doing in my travels. Usually they look miserable. But it was easy, as long as you have your reciprocity fee papers with you and a good passport, you can get into Argentina.

Waited there, formed a massive que to load onto the ferry, which in itself was massive, and then began our one hour journey after a while. I was so confused at first because I thought you had an assigned seat, but come to find out, you don't. That or nobody cares enough. You basically just sit where you want to sit.

We arrived in Buenos Aires. I walked down and stood in a que for a taxi, and eventually was on my way with no issues to my hostel.

Easy transition from Montevideo to Buenos Aires at almost the last minute. That's the beauty of traveling like this though. You can just about do that at any moment if you want to go see something or get tired of a particular place.

No agenda. Only experience.

It's not a bad mindset to have.