An inquisitive old fart with a camera
Looking through my collected campers over the years, you’ll find few that you’d be tempted to call classy, with many qualifying as the quite the opposite, from military monster trucks to…well, see for yourself.
So I was surprised by this one: 1) local (from Montevideo — the “S” plate), and 2) not parked at the beach.
We don’t travel to escape life, but so that life doesn’t escape (run away from) us.
I like that.
Though not far from us, I hadn’t noticed that a new used-car lot had spring up—as if Uruguay needs another!
When we arrived in Uruguay, I was fond of mimicking something Henry Ford may or may not have said over 100 years ago: In Uruguay, the customer can have a car in any color he wants, as long as it’s silver.
I thought that had changed. Perhaps it has. Perhaps everyone has traded in their silver cars? I’ll be paying more attention….
Were it not for the traction plates, this German camper would hardly earn a second glance.
Because after all, this one, also at Tienda Inglesa and too big to get up the ramp to where the other is parked, is much more the norm.
You can see my collection of camper posts here – in addition to Teutonic monsters, there are some rather amusing local ones I’ve spotted over the years.
Though it does look like the older license plates we saw when I lived in California as a kid.
Oh wait.
I stopped to take a picture of the truck which recently appeared, but the scene reminds me why I like Atlántida. Visually, it’s a varied and interesting place. Not dull for a moment.
Here are three parked cars with Uruguayan license plates. One was parked by someone who did not learn to drive in Uruguay.
Can you figure out which one it is?
Uruguayan camper. Worth sharing, but, umm, I don’t think I have anything else to say about it.
