montevideo

Jacky and I took the overnight bus to Montevideo. All new to her but familar to me. But this time round I would have a Spanish speaker rather than a bumbling gringo to find the way.

I made a promise to go to Paraquay to show her around. Another stamp in her passport, I suppose! All part of my grand plan to give her things that she wouldn't have the chance to do otherwise. Call it 'charitable tourism'. Maybe it is derived from a sense of guilt about my relkative wealth.

I like the country and their mate drinking ways but whether I like it so much that I would visit it again is another matter. Never mind within a matter of weeks. But I am here nonetheless. Maybe this time I will find new things, see new things and experience new things.

Checked into the same hotel. Ventured out, spent a little more time in places seen before. Jacky was keen to record all on an old Sony camcorder. I obliged, figuring myself to have some cinematic skill. I think the novelty held me and allowed a certain detachment. Otherwise I would have felt bored.

Having Jacky with me makes things easier. I can leave the lingo to her and get what I want without jumping through linguistic hoops. And she's a drinker too. That's always a bonus.