Montevideo Uruguay

Karl says:

Warning. Man blog. Emotion free zone. Just pictures and facts. Maybe even bullet points.

Photo of Pocitos beach where we've spend countless hours walking off steaks, roasts and other fine feeds. We never held hands or anything girlie like that though.



Photo of sunset over the city from Punta Carretas, where we spend countless hours sitting thinking about doing something.



Picture of Kara at the counter of one of the parillas in the Mercado. This place is fantastic. First you have to confront an almost overwhelming choice of parillas all under the one roof, all the while being attacked by hosts plying free wine in an attempt to break you (oh the horror). Then you find yourself a counter, tackle a menu speckled with intestines and other oddities, order every sausage on the menu, 'cos how can you not?, a steak the size of your head and a couple of microbrewed beers. Terrible.



A lighthouse. Because lighthouses are manly. Actually, I think the area around the lighthouse may have the highest density of, let's call them birth-control devices for the kids, on the planet.



Picture of Kara. Taking picture of boats. In fog.



Blogs coming to you soon. Karl and Kara in Paraguay, ay!
Hope to bring you Kara back for the next blog. Not that that means I've done anything with her Mrs Forde...

Comments

  1. glenfAugust 19, 2009 at 10:31 AM

    You didn't do any bullet points. I'm:

    - disappointed

    - distraught

    - disillusioned

    with your man blogging.

    Good work on the no-emotion thing though. You did well.

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