The day reminded me of being in Texas: the horses, the rodeo, and the ruggedness. But here they aren't called cowboys - they are Gauchos. They all didn't wear the normal wide brimmed hat, and they weren't chewing on tobacco. But they are cowboys...just in Uruguay a bit south of Texas and Mexico.
The Gaucho Festival was in the small town of San Jacinto - just 8 kilometers from Estacion Pedrera.
The freshly grilled Gaucho meat (because we were in Gaucho land) makes you want to stay for days - the beer was a simple sidenote. And unlike rodeos I have been to before, most of the spectators were sipping on their mate in place of their Budweiser, or Pilsen.
More pics are here...