Our Driver Is A Chauffeur

Leaving Buenos Aires we sailed north across the Rio de la Plata for   Montevideo. It was only aboot 113 nautical miles but the marked shipping lanes are narrow, and it must be shallow as we proceeded slowly. . Since both cities are major ports we saw several ships passing in the night.

 Scuttled fleet Just Outside The Breakwater

After breakfast we waited for our numbers then disembarked and boarded our prison buss for our city tour…

Our guide a young woman who is also a local school teacher. She  was very nice, and explained things aboot the city in the usual generalist  terms. It was hard to keep from screaming when she said “Everyone in the entire country felt like dying” because of some futbol  player’s rudeness in a world cup game.

Estadio Centerna Built in 1930.

We stopped at  the Stadium, some buildings, some statues, drove through narrow streets in the huge bus, saw our pal from Buenos Aires  rufos homero, and even some green canary parakeets in the eucalyptus trees at one of the stops.

Our guide called our bus driver “Our Chauffeur” which I thought was kinda classy. She also explained that Chauffeurs can’t drink and drive or else they will be fired, and she assured us that our Chauffeur was sober.  

Back at the ship in the early afternoon it was a wonderful day to get in the pool and get some sun.

This morning coming into port was the first time I have seen any sea birds since Isle de Pascal. Two different types of Gulls circled the ship, and feed of whatever the ships propellers stirred up from the silted    bottom.

I didn’t get a real good shot of what I think is a Franklin Gull but Kelp gull poised for the camera

Photo Kelp

From my balcony I watched as lots of plastic garbage floated around the harbor and collected near the ship.

 

 

At the stern a rusty processor unloaded frozen fish. Either Tuna or Mackerel, I am not sure

 

Sustainable?

The crew shouted and waved as we passed by on our way out of the harbor. They must have been glad to be in port with the cargo they raped from nature.

Leaving the river and heading out to the Atlantic Ocean lots of dead fish floated by. The captain slowed to let the Pilot off and then put the ship in gear and headed south at a steady 20 knots. Our carbon output maximized we headed for open ocean,  there was raw sewage to dump after all, but no one paid it any mind….