The House in Montevideo

My grandmother’s globe was not the only source of inspiration for that list of must-see places that I started as a child. Movies also played a big part. One of them was the German black and white comedy “The house in Montevideo” from the Fifties in which a very respectable and conservative professor travels to Montevideo with his daughter to organize the estate of his late sister. The movie never showed any part of Montevideo because all the scenes took place inside but the storyline and the exotic sound of the name woke my curiosity. Montevideo in Uruguay! Who can resist that combination?

From Buenos Aires it’s only a three-hours ferry ride or an even shorter 45-minutes flight away so I had to go and see as long as it is that close. To make the idea even more tempting a German friend who had lived in Montevideo for a year had offered to come with us and show us around.

We went only for a weekend but managed to make the most of it. After landing at the airport – for whatever strange reasons the flight to Montevideo was cheaper than taking the Buquebus – we checked into a hotel in Pocitos. This neighborhood is a bit outside of the historic city center but has a very friendly feel to it, and since Montevideo is not really big and taxis don’t cost a fortune getting around is pretty easy. We opted for the sporty alternative, though, and rented bicycles for a first tour along the Rambla and through the city’s old part of town.

The weather played along with sunny blue skies and high temperatures of around 30 degrees. Other than Buenos Aires, where these numbers usually come along with an an oppressive humidity, Montevideo can boast of a nice breeze that made our bicycle tour almost a piece of cake. That and the fact that drivers in Uruguay actually take notice of pedestrians and bikers and are willing to use their breaks.

We noticed another difference when eating out. While restaurants in Buenos Aires seem to shy away from fish dishes, Montevideo is all pro-seafood, and we enjoyed a very nice meatless dinner – and a fantastic sunset view across the bay - at Hemingway restaurant. Of course, we also tried the Uruguayan steak and tested how meat is treated on the other side of the Rio de la Plata. What better place for this than the Mercado del Puerto, an old converted market hall with numerous restaurants that offer barbequed goodies.

Another must-see in Montevideo is the Sunday flea market where you can buy everything from fruit, vegetables, books, records, clothes, spare parts for all kinds of machines and tools, furniture and what else you might need. Since all our belongings had already been packed up for shipping before Christmas, buying anything was out of the question - otherwise we might have been tempted by some of the semi-antiques on offer.

We returned to Buenos Aires by Buquebus and were lucky enough to cross over in the Francisco – the brand new vessel called after Pope Francisco. Not so much lucky because the trip was extra spiritual in that boat but because the new ferry is pretty fast and takes only a little over two hours. And the seats are actually quite comfy.

Which brings me back to “The house in Montevideo”. Why? Because a ship plays an important role in the movie’s storyline. And because I am trying to compare the picture I had painted in my mind of Montevideo as a child with the city I visited last weekend. Is there any resemblance? No, not really. The movie was all clichés and stereotypes so I had imagined Montevideo as a South American version of Cannes, with palm trees and glamorous villas, ceiling fans and men in white linen suits. The real Montevideo of today is a curious, relaxed mix of colonial prettiness, architectural monstrosities from the Sixties and Seventies, the typical high-rise buildings from recent years, and a picturesque coastline with numerous beaches and rocky cliffs. People are dressed very casual and wear their thermos and mate equipment rather than a Panama hat. And since they always insist that they are not at all like the Porteños on the other side of the Rio de la Plata, I will not even try a comparison.

I like Montevideo – not only for it’s exotic name but for it’s laid-back and friendly atmosphere. I am glad we hopped over – if only because we couldn’t have asked for a better tour guide. And I am planning to order “The house in Montevideo” on DVD as soon as I get back to Germany. I am curious how the cliché feels after seeing the real thing.

I will of course keep you posted