Plenty of campers around, including the military-looking minimog/whatever (mostly) German contraptions, a few fancy rigs, some ghetto stuff, and then this absolutely classy gem from Argentina.
A classic camper
Author: doug
Tiny snake
At the end of our driveway I found this little guy heading into the road, and encouraged him to keep moving. Lots of traffic with a mini-market next door, and unfortunately a lot of ignorant Uruguayans will kill any snake por las dudas (just in case). making no effort to determine if it’s a threat.
Best I can guess is it’s an immature Culebra de Peñarol.
Is there a plumber in the house?
A friend’s inherited Rube Goldberg plumbing setup for in-floor heating. Just screams of careful, well thought-out planning and exquisite craftsmanship! (Yes, two supplemental electric pumps.)
Ah, technology
Obviously things were entertaining before our recent, marvelous technological advances. But just not this kind of entertaining.
Lidenor no more.
Apparently one thing you don want to be when a forest fire comes through is a huge commercial sawmill. I’m told 55-gallon drums of wood preservative were exploding like bombs.
This is the remains of what I thought I had documented: an automated machine for chopping and splitting past-expiry wooden telephone poles into firewood.
Unfortunately, no effort was made to remove the metal mesh embedded in the ends of the poles – eucalyptus being prone to serious splitting. I took most of those pieces back to exchange for “real” firewood. I didn’t plan to ever buy firewood from them again for that reason.
In semi-related news, today is the third Thursday in a row for which rain has been forecast – and failed to materialize. It is brutally dry out there.
It’s real. And it’s looking at me. You can’t tell me otherwise.
Palm fronds – yikes.
Friends got their palm trees trimmed. I’d never seen an unopened palm frond up close. Very solid, and probably weighs 20-30 kg. I conclude that having a palm frond fall on you would be a very unpleasant experience, at best.
Pretty flowering bush
Spider web remnants
The wind chimes
How they roll
It’s 6 PM on Sunday, January 1st. Normally I would cross the Ruta Interbalnearia. However, it’s time for everyone-at-the-same-time to leave the beach (other side) and return to Montevideo (to the right). I didn’t manage to catch the traffic, but there are lots of cars, also heading to Montevideo, coming from further east.
In this photo there are nine cars in the crossing, one more waiting on the far side of the far lane, and one more on this side, also waiting to turn right.
It was very tempting to wait and watch them all sort out this clusterfuck, but I wasn’t feeling patient.