
Today. High winds. Atlántida, Uruguay.
An inquisitive old fart with a camera

Today. High winds. Atlántida, Uruguay.
Had two errands to run yesterday. Both involved buying a telephone.

This is the first.

And this is the other. Yes, that’s what they call it here.

This display appeared, at the opposite end of the supermarket from the beer section, after the panicdemic arrived in Uruguay. I didn’t even know they sold this shit here, but then I’m not a beer drinker.


The current panic-demic surrounding the Emperor’s New Corona has reminded me of some of the reasons I feel grateful to live where we do. Worth reviewing for the benefit of people interested in possibly living here:
1) relative stability regarding political authority. (Remember just a few months ago how all you read about were riots in Hong Kong, Chile, Peru, Bolivia [though protests in the incredibly polluted Chinese cities evaded the headlines] — isn’t it just amazing how that has all gone away with the Emperor’s New Corona?)
2) short supply lines. Were transportation reduced to horse-drawn carts, we could still have fresh produce. Think “30 mile salad” compared to “3,000 mile salad” in the Untied Snakes.
3) fresh produce. OK, the oranges can get a little funky this time of year for lack of irrigation, but fresh local produce is available throughout the year.
4) clean air. Unless you’re subject to ANCAP’s daily morning air pollution event in Montevideo, the air for the most part is clean. If you live along the coast, it’s usually off the ocean. Your ironwork won’t be happy, but your lungs will.
5) clean skies. Yesterday morning the sky was brilliant blue in the morning, and brilliant blue in the afternoon. In North Carolina and Washington State, where we lived before 2007, brilliant blue morning skies more often than not became laced with “contrails*,” and gray by early afternoon.
6) low population density. Unless you’re in Montevideo (and I’ve never understood why one would choose to live in a city if not necessary, but that’s just me), you’ve got easy access to sunshine, fresh air, and for many of us, barefoot walks on the beach.
7) the people. Two parts to this:
8) largely ineffectual police and military — apparently. Of course Uruguay had brutal times in the 70s, and anything can change any time, but the general demeanor is non-threatening at this point.
Of course it’s not paradise. Uruguayans seem proud to be front-runners in the global EM-radiation pollution experiment called 5G, but that, with its flu-like symptoms and respiratory distress, appears to be inevitable. Still, when I think, as I have since 2009, of many other places I might live, I’m grateful I can live in Uruguay.
*if you believe they’re “contrails,” please PM me — I’ve got a great bridge for sale!

So there’s an employee, standing there with face mask half off, counting out loud as people enter and leave.


The trail. How was this made? By what?

This was a walkway through a worn part of the dune about ten years ago. With time and wind, the dune grew back, burying the wooden walkway, which rotted away over the years.