An inquisitive old fart with a camera
One thing I love about Uruguay is the sky. Only extremely rarely marred by aerosol geoengineering/poisoning, and then only one telltale streak. And frequently dramatic.
This is from a couple nights ago, when a light sprinkle of rain arrived at dusk to temper the day’s heat.
OK, nothing unusual about this. I went to the US spy center in Montevideo to renew my exceptional blue travel document for ten years: 10 minutes and 110 dollars. Concluded with a stop at an obscure repair place in an obscure part of Montevideo to see about fixing a Kassel blender, used gift from Syd and Gundy, that I managed to burn out (trying to process egg shells as a garden supplement).
In between, about an hour finding the tire place, negotiating one-way streets, and getting new tires for USD 59 each, balanced and installed (175/70/R14). In our local shop, they’d be around USD 85 each. Nothing exceptional about this, except that I’m obviously taking pictures inside the shop: anathema to OSHA and all the safety-nanny-priests of the Great North.
If I’m stupid enough to go to the car jack, release it with my leg underneath to be crushed by the weight of the vehicle, well, then, by golly, maybe I have learned anew about cause and effect. Don’t tell OSHA that people tend not to be so stupid.
Or maybe, in “Murka,” coached by their lawyers, they do.
As it is, I move myself out of the traffic patterns of the guys doing the work, and watch with interest.
It works.
Much of it is simply “queso Colonia.” You have to point, or specify it by price.
No, Uruguay is not tropical and mangoes don’t really grow here. Unless they do. We’ll see.
Just another day of driving in Montevideo.
We returned from an afternoon in Punta del Este to find a new pile of sand (which, here, starts at a depth of 5 cm). I added the concrete top later to halt further work until proper permits were obtained.
The hole was surprisingly large, and the proud culprit was quick to demonstrate it. I thought he would start digging more. Instead, he disappeared underground before re-emerging.
The message seemed to be, See, human? This is how you get out of the heat.
And when you hunker down, no one can see you. Understand now, human?
What one word connects these two photos?
