Piriapolis.
So I´m in Uruguay.
Now there´s a sentence I never thought I would write. Go figure. Uruguay.
I watched the sunset on the Atlantic yesterday. I still haven´t figured out how that works geographically. Sunset on the Atlantic. Neat.
As it stands, this little intercontinental adventure, just two months old, has cost me my favorite hat, lost on a bus in Calafate, my favorite sunglasses, stolen from a kitchen in Ushuaia, and now my beloved Powerbook, dead for who knows what reason.
I´m hoping my backup photo CDs are sound, cause if the disk is fried, I stand to loose a whole lot of pictures. Wouldn´t that just suck? I´m thinking I toasted something from a bad power supply in an internet cafe in Buenos Aires, but at this point, who can tell. It´s black screen of death, and that´s only when I get it to boot at all.
Anyhow, the weather here on the beach is getting crappy, I need to sign title documents for the sale of a house, I have to deal with at least three separate visa applications for the Asia leg of my trip, and now I can´t even upload pictures.
I know when to fold.
I changed my flight.
I´m heading home.
America, see you soon.


