
Grafitti

An inquisitive old fart with a camera


You have a presumably broken fan/heater. No point in keeping it. So carry it past trash containers, hundreds of meters from any house, nowhere near other garbage. Then break it an leave it there.
Absolutely no idea what goes on inside the heads of people like this.



Dog walk clouds today.

I had to pull over,roll down the window, and get out my phone in order to catch this monstrosity from France. So not a great photo, but: this is a vacation vehicle.



In ten years of documenting Dead Things on the Beach, I have never seen a mouse.


The Lord is far from the wicked: but he heareth the prayer of the righteous.

We’ve always, it seems, had garlic chives In this planter, which we largely ignored. Until this year. And now something else has decided to eat them. Ants? Other critters? No clues I can find as to what it may be.

And not just because of sweltering days and Santa Claus. This is not the first European conquistador camper van I’ve seen, and no doubt won’t be the most outlandish, but there will be more. Mostly from Germany, but Swiss (this one), even French. All vying with the others to be the best equipped to handle the wild and challenging terrain of Uruguay, which has been described as “Iowa with beaches.”

Coche means car in Spanish.

Portones Mall decorations. It’s November. Everyone’s in shorts and flip flops.

Hours: we open when we arrive. We close when we leave. If you come and we’re not here, we’re on different schedules.