I found an excellent deal to fly round-trip from Paraguay to Chile for only $175, half the Price of what other airlines charge. But to get that deal required a 5 hour layover in Montevideo, capital of Uruguay, as you probably gathered from my last post. Sadly, I decided not to be adventurous and try to see Montevideo before my next flight. After thinking it through I would have to pay an exit tax, go through customs, get Uruguayan money, and pay for a taxi for something that might not be worth it and cause me to miss my flight. Originally I was pretty set on it since I really wanted that stamp on my passport, and also to see which country—Paraguay or Uruguay—is more “guay”, as John Stewart would say. As we were landing at the airport it was pretty obvious it would likely be a huge waste of my time to journey outside Carrasco airport. There were only farms as far as I could see and escaping would mean certain boredom.
So here I am, ridiculously bored at the airport outside Montevideo. I am seriously, seriously bored!!!! Agh!!!! I think Uruguay may be the Iowa of Latin America. *Yawn*
Look – here is a video of me as the only person in the airport for 2 hours!!! Aggh!!!!!
I did, however, notice right away that it’s more developed than Paraguay. Example: I was at the airport in Asunción (Paraguay) and all of a sudden a nice trickle of rain starts to come through the ceiling next to me. At first I was surprised and then pretty amused. Better yet, a guy ended up walking right through this water coming down and it took all my willpower to not burst out laughing. Lol!!!
I also noticed that there are—get this—three places in the whole airport lounge to plug my laptop in. So here I am chugging away. However, I didn’t want to pay for internet (truthfully, I didn’t even check how much it is) so I’m typing away offline. I was able to get several hours of web site work done for my grandpa’s business, so it was the perfect time to go through lots of HTML and also update the itineraries on the site. Now I only have about 1 hour more before I die of boredom. A group of distinctly Southern “gentlemen” just sat near me. We didn’t make eye contact, so it looks like I can escape without having to talk to them. They’re all decked out in hunting clothes and I think I am becoming even more bored from their conversation. You may be thinking, “what? Mike Coe? Bored? Not wanting to talk to someone?” That’s right – I’d like to be as far away from those Americans that give the rest of us a bad rap abroad. Example: the guy to my right just whistled for the waiter and without asking if anyone spoke English said: “See nyor – kan aye hav uh seer vez uhhh?? Ehh huh huh glug”
Agggh!!!
Oh wait, here’s my CD of Warcraft III! Heck ya Mike from the past! Way to think ahead!
