Literally meaning "beautiful", Bonito is really living up to it's name. We got in about 2pm and were greeted by our friendly hostel crew from Catarino's Guest House. After showering and exploding the contents of our backpacks everywhere, we wondered into the main street to find hire bikes. Out of luck unfortunately; a total of zero bikes available, so we settled for ice-cream.
As of pen to paper writing this, it's the day after that - and what a day!!
We feasted on breakfast (of chocolate cake with sprinkles) then left the hostel at 8am. 54kms later we arrived at Rio del Plata (the silver river). I don't quite have the words to descibe this place, so I'll borrow my mate Louis'... "I see skies of blue, clouds of white, bright blessed days, dark sacred night, and I think to myself, WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD".
I have never seen water to clear in my life. Usually I have a strange fear of snorkeling, and just being underwater in general, but something about the fearlessness of the fish I was surrounded by, and the crystal clear waters we were in together, I felt comfortable and in awe at the same time.
Right up there with white-water rafting & sandboarding, snorkeling in Rio del Plata has been one of my favourite things about this continent.
I didn't ever want to leave.
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