An inquisitive old fart with a camera
After a day of intense rain and flooding, a day of intense wind, driving the waves all the way into the dunes.
The waves look benign, but with howling wind and stinging sand seemed less so. Then I stepped into quicksand and sunk one foot to the ankle. I should know by know – on the upwind side of the drainage channels formed by water from the street, windblown sand becomes quicksand. A little disconcerting, especially with no other human being in sight.
Dead things on the beach all the rage these days.
No, Gita (short for Dogita), you can’t bring it home.
Three year old fixed male, blocked urinary track, never came out of anesthesia after the vet put in a catheter.
Turns out friends here had a similar experience. Kidney failure.
Sweet cat, Mr Peepers.
I took this photo this morning. I know you expect me to say that Mr Peepers loved to lie on that chair in the sun, but as far as I know he was never on it.
OK. I’ll admit it. In kindergarten my report card said, ‘Plays well with others, especially his imaginary friends.’
Walking the dogs back past our local zoo, I saw only one llama standing, making a roink-roink-roink noise near the shed in which the other lay.
When I approached he bared his teeth and I vaguely remembered something about those critters spitting and kept my distance.
Expectant papa guarding mama inside?
Ya veremos – we’ll see.
Why they call VW Beetles ‘fuscas’ in Uruguay remains a mystery to me.
You’ll see plenty of them around. The president of the country drives one.
Shortly before we returned to Uruguay, a powerful storm swept through. Here’s just one of many similar scenes:
On the ground in front you see a concrete power pole that supported the intersection of wires now hanging in the air, all knocked about by the large eucalyptus in the background.
By all accounts, it was a most exciting time 😉
Since my early days, I’ve embraced the challenge of leaving a country with the least possible amount of the local currency – unless I plan on returning soon. Not the case in the Dominican Republic. I left a tip for the housekeeper, bought us lunch at Quizno’s in the airport, bought a bottle of water for $2 (80 pesos), leaving me with exactly four pesos (USD .10), which I left on the janitor’s wagon in the men’s room.
Ciao DR!
But one last puzzle…
…what the hell is this, an airplane rookery?