The corona / covid 19 hysteria reached tranquil uruguay and the street vendors began to sell toilet paper at the crossroads. We preferred our return flights for two days, which had been planned months ahead, because the airport in montevideo announced that it would be closed soon.
We came back to a changed germany. Well, egoists who don’t allow others to buy toilet paper probably existed before.
In this contemplative provincial capital there is an interesting old cemetery with very expressive figures of italian masters. And at the entrance of the village there is a “cemetery” of old cars!
what a coincidence!
A 13,000 sqkm marshland in argentina, bordering paraguy and brazil. Until the beginning of 2020 there had been so little rain that the water level was unusually low.
Carnival is in your blood, – or maybe not. Our blood is not contaminated but we didn’t want to miss the opportunity to experience a South American carnival. So we bought, for local conditions, expensive grandstand seats to get access to the 1 km long parade area.
The show did not start until 10 pm and the noise from the speakers was unbearable. The carnival songs performed live by the groups always sounded the same to our tortured ears and I became convinced that only a chemically manipulated brain could bear all this, even consider it good. Only the half naked dancing girls were nice to look at but I would have preferred to see the other half as well.
Already at midnight we started our way home, because the motive cars were pulled so slowly through the arena that we get bored.
