Buenos Aires is often referred to as “the Paris of South America”. It is a multicultural city, full of parrillas (steak house), red wine, weekend ferias (craft/antique fairs), tango dancers and magnificent buildings.
We had booked a “roof-top cabin” in the historic centre of Montevideo for a week. We tried to pack light, but we were going to be without our truck for about 7.5 weeks, so the bags ended up being pretty heavy, despite our best efforts. We struggled with our bags and Piper through the streets of Montevideo, quickly overheating in the midday sun. We arrived at our building, hauled our bags up two interior flights of stairs and were led to an outdoor, circular, metal stairway that would lead us to the roof and our accommodations. We certainly did not anticipate the drama that was about to unfold.
We needed to fill our propane tank, and we had seen on iOverlander (we seriously use this app daily) that there were two places in the town of San Gil that other travellers had had good luck with getting their North American style tanks filled. San Gil was on our way….perfect. We tried both places, and they both refused to fill our tanks….we were not 100 percent sure why, but Derek thought that maybe they had said that the pressure levels and the fittings were different, making it impossible. We still had a bit of gas, so we decided to head on to camp and see if we had enough fuel to make coffee and dinner for the next few days.