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The best lifestyle in the world for the price… This is the journal of The Southron, an American Emigrant from Florida who has spent the last decade living in the West Indies, former Yugoslavia and Costa Rica. He moved to Montevideo, Uruguay at the end of February 2006... |
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One of the things about which I am most pleased is the fact the Internet service provided by Antel is getting much better. The bandwidth has increased, while the prices remain the same.
Last year, in a desperate search to get sufficient bandwidth we bought an expensive router that would aggregate Internet bandwidth from two […]
As much as I love living in Uruguay, there are some things that I don’t like. (Of course, I might even complain about the choice of music sung by the heavenly choirs in the celestial realms…)
Nevertheless, it is my responsibility to report both the good and the bad, so that you don’t make some […]
Last night I went to a birthday party Piriápolis. I arrived fairly early, getting there a bit after midnight. (Parties only really get going here at midnight and run until dawn the next day, or even later.) Being old and feeble, I left around 2:15 a.m.. Riding home on the main highway along the coast, […]
The Copperhead was the first one of our group to file for his residency and get his “in tramite” visa. I was second, and Borko, who showed up a year later, was last.
On Monday I collected my new permanent Cedula at the DNIC. On Friday, exactly 1 year after arriving in Uruguay, or […]
Yesterday, the intrepid crew of the newly arrived land yacht, the Blue Bullet, set off on a shakedown cruise into undiscovered country. Borko was at the helm, I was navigating, and Harry was our security officer (when he wasn’t barking at the livestock, he was testing which of the three seats in the back […]
I am constantly asked about Uruguay’s cost of living–and being a terrible shopper, I have a hard time answering. I am so absorbed with running my business that I rarely know the real cost of anything that doesn’t come across my desk.
I know real estate is cheap compared to the US and ridiculously cheap […]
No, that is NOT a summary of the weather, my attitude and my language. It is actually a phrase denoting approbation for Gran China at San José 1077 in Centro. Yes, there is actually a Chinese restaurant that offers something other than Cantonese bland and Urguayo Cantonese double bland…
You may recall that a […]
More than 15 days after arriving at the port of Montevideo, and some 12 days later than I was promised by the “professional” whom I had hired specifically to handle the matter, I have my van. I almost had it yesterday—in fact, Borko was even called to the port to pick it up. […]
About two weeks ago I noticed that the coffee table in the lobby downstairs was covered with new magazines instead of the usual doggie toys and maté fixings. I was surprised enough to ask Santiago about it (I usually work on the theory that if I am not told about something, it is for […]
Every so often my office begins to feel like a Yankee prisoner of war camp–the same stultifying routine exacerbated by the view of the outside world just beyond the fence. Yesterday I decided to do something about it. Borko and I broke out in the afternoon and went off in search of spicy […]
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