Argentina

Greetings to you all.

At Andean Roads Camp

We crossed the border into Argentina which was quite uneventful. A fairly long drive which took us to a place not very far from Buenos Aries. It is a camp that was highly recommended. 

We had a number of jobs to do  and this place seemed the ideal place to get them done. They jobs were things that needed doing but were not urgent. 

The problem with the non urgent matters is they tend to back up until I find that I really wish I had taken care of business. The guy who owns the camp, was able to direct us to people who would sort out our various issues. Of course in the world of overland travel this does not necessarily equate to actually getting them done. 

First let me tell what had to be done. I had known from our journey to the dock at Antwerp that our exhaust needed attention, fumes were finding their way into the van. It was only slight but it was a bit of a problem on a long drive.

Also on the way to Antwerp we suffered an unexplained flat battery. I had the battery tested and could find no fault  so decided not to replace the batteries in case it was unnecessary. Unfortunately when we got the van back in Uruguay it had to be jump started  and my confidence in the batteries was beginning to fade though I was still unsure of their reliability. I had been warned that it would be expensive to replace them in South America.  So still a difficult choice remained. To say hang the expense, or to wait till they posed us an actual problem. It may seem trivial but we also wanted to replace the stolen radio. So that needed doing.

We have a pair of gas cylinders fitted. We were prohibited from having full cylinders on the ship. I tried to research what type of fittings prevail in Uruguay and Argentina. It proved really difficult to reach any conclusion. The van arrived with enough gas to last us 2 or 3 weeks. We tried at a number of places to get our cylinder refilled but no one was able having never seen the type of fitting we had. In Uruguay the common one was  completely different Several agencies tried hard to find a way of filling them but to no avail. We then moved to Argentina where there is  another different standard fitting.  There was a raft of  other little things that needed my attention. The camp was very comfortable and Christian, the owner was most helpful.

The offending gas cylinder

So armed with address,s and directions we set off to get things done!

The first priority was to get the gas refilled. Christian sent us to a man who would fill it  for us. He has adaptors for every kind of cylinder and if he doesn’t have one he will make it. Marvellous!

So we followed the directions to the letter and found no gas company. We went around again, nothing. So we decided to go and get the radio sorted out. We found the radio shop easily enough. We had stopped at several banks on the way to get some money out only to find that the machines were all empty (more on this later). Very frustrating. At the radio shop we discovered just how pricey these things can be. We saw what we thought was the cheapest. Having discovered what it meant in real pounds We realised that it was beyond  our paygrade to decide in a moment. We told the woman that we would come back in the morning. I think we had reckoned we should pray for guidance on the matter.

So, no radio for now. We now had to go and find the exhaust repair man.  It was pretty easy to find him but Even in a conversation entirely in Spanish I found that: ‘I would love to help you. It should be an easy job, but I do not have welding equipment for stainless steel’. Oh bum! This is starting to become quite an unproductive little journey. So we decided to go on and see a man about batteries. On the way we again passed the location where the gas man should be. As we went Ping said I can smell gas on the breeze maybe we should look again. There was no mistaking the smell. So we had a punt around but found nothing  Pings response to all these problems is to say ‘Lets ask someone’ completely overlooking two important factors. 
1. We do not speak Spanish 
2. Men do not ask for directions.

 Casa Gasman!
So it was that we learnt, critically that we were in fact looking for the local florist! 

She jumped out of the van and dived into a plumbing shop. The nice man knew exactly where gas man was located, just in the next street. More helpfully he was able to provide information that had previously been withheld from us. i.e.That gas man's premises not only had nothing to identify it as a gas shop no sign  nothing. Also that it was a private address from which flowers and plants are sold. 

Ah the mysteries of overland travel! We found gas man who stroked his chin  and took our cylinder from us saying he had never seen this type before. He wanted to keep it overnight to see what he could do. So no money, no radio , no gas. I then decided that we should just stop at every workshop that looked as if it could do welding. Each one  said ah no its stainless I don’t have the equipment.  I was going to stop at another workshop, paused outside  but decided that I had lost the fighting spirit. So instead we passed on by and returned to Christian. He said I will call someone and see if they can help. He then gave us directions to a workshop that was able to do the job.

Gustavo doing a great job on our exhaust.

Needless to say we followed the directions to find ,of course, that it was the one we had passed by! Too late today. So we started again in the following morning. We went to the banks  first. It is worth mentioning that all over Uruguay and Argentina we had seen a common site which is quite dramatic. Security vans that bring cash to and from banks are always followed by a small car full of armed men. No kidding! The van pulls up and men with pistols, shotguns and carbines  scatter around. They point their guns in every direction and then signal to the guys in the cash van to come out with the cash. This happens quite routinely. (more on this later.) any how we found that they had done their job and it was easy to get cash now. We went to the radio shop and got our radio. What was really nice was the woman in the shop had found one that was significantly cheaper  and she was happy to have it fitted for us. This was a particular bonus as the thief had damaged the aerial lead and I didn’t think I could fix that. While we waited for it to be fitted we went for a hamburger. It took a little while to prepare and it arrived in front of us as the radio man came to tell us that it was all done.

So we had cash and a radio, as well as a bit of ketchup on my shirt.

We went back to gas man who very regretfully said he could not help us to fill the cylinder I think he tried to sell us some geraniums but my Spanish is not that good. In the end we decided to ditch the cylinder and buy an Argentinean one. So we got directions to the gas depot where we bought a new cylinder. Gas in Argentina is subsidised and is remarkably cheap. Cylinders however are not subsidised and are remarkably expensive. However we now have nearly everything we need and flushed with success we went back to the welding man who did a spiffing job on our exhaust. It is sometimes wise to quit while we are ahead so decided to give our batteries an opportunity to redeem themselves., and not replace them just yet.

The next day we continued on our journey into Buenos Aries.

Pegasus in the foreground and the magnificent ARA Libertad behind

Frigate. ARA Libertad

We had been recommended to park at a car park next to the harbour. We found it easily, and because we arrived  on a Friday afternoon we had the place to ourselves  pretty much for the whole weekend. There was one particular treat in store though. 



Right alongside where we parked  was a beautiful, and I mean beautiful tall ship It was in fact the ‘Frigate ARA Libertad’ It is a working Argentine Republic Armada training ship built in 1953 and still in the very finest fettle. If frigates turn you on, have a look on google.

In this car park  we often had visitors , people passing by who were curious about us. For this reason Ping ordained that she would require our shower to be set up after dark. Now the weather in this part of the world is not quite the same as it can be back home and one feature is that as darkness falls  the wind can get up significantly. And so it was on this occasion I had a container of nice warm water for her ladyships bath scented soap and freshly laundered towels were laid on as she stepped into the shower tent. She then went about her ablutions.

Very nice she thought as she luxuriated in her warm shower, that is all that I shall describe of the scene inside. On  the outside was another matter! The wind was rising ferociously and I was required to stand beside directing the shower  but also had to hold the tent down on the ground.  Which was now in peril of being blown into the harbour. I was getting soaked as I held onto the shower the wind blew the water all over me resulting in complaints that I wasn’t doing my job properly. The fabric case for the shower tent was blown out to sea never to be seen again. And her ladyship grandly stepped out all clean and shiny blissfully unaware of the trauma that I had undergone. She said that was lovely we will do this again tomorrow night. I silently and deferentially tugged my forelocked and stepped back.

Any how we parked there. We had a bit of business to deal with in Buenos Aries the following Monday so we had a long weekend to explore the city. I am not very keen on cities but as they go Buenos Aries is quite fine with a lovely mix of old and new and lots of parks and once again plenty of magnificent statues and memorials.

Amazing cyclists.- Arend Stem and Ina Stem-Portengen

We met in passing a Dutch couple who had been cycling around Argentina and were about to embark for the ferry to Uruguay to continue their touring there. I think they at least planned to visit Brazil as well. We were really just chatting  idly when they told us that one was 72 and the other 73 years old and they had been just  about everywhere on their bikes China and South East Asia. Really remarkable travels!

Stretch Limo

One of many great churches in Buenos Aries

All over the place people spend sunday posting 'Paper grafitti.

We found a very arty street market to stroll around and we took a couple of ‘free walking tours’ which really helped to bring the city to life for us. 






We got our insurance sorted out on the Monday and then went on a tour of the famous and truly wondrous La  Recoleta Cemetery. I think that many people have heard of this place. We had but had no idea really of the wonders within. I am certain that there will be lots of facts online about it but let me try to do what our guide did so adequately which was to really bring the place to life; in a manner of speaking.

First of all it started out as a Catholic cemetery, but once a desparate need was identified for the rich and famous  to be immortalised in the grandest possible fashion. The original bodies were reburied elsewhere and perfunctory memorial plaques were placed around the walls leaving room for the important work of accommodating people who clearly believed that they were too important to succumb to mortality.

                                                                                                                                                 Realising that this was an arrangement based more in wealth than Piety , The Catholic authorities washed their hands of it. So it became newly described as multi denominational.

He  explained that the inscription on the public outside of the gate  is ‘Resting in peace’ but on the opposite side of the arch it, that is to say the residents side it says ‘Waiting for god’ As you walk through the arch you find yourself in what might almost be decribed as a small city made up of narrow streets lined with small, and some not so small magnificent buildings.

High street LaRecoleta

 All of which are private mausoleums. We were shown  some beautiful stained and engraved glass panels some set up in such a way that they illuminated the path to heaven for the occupant in the coffin on open display.

The lady who was buried alive

                                                                      

The dog dropped dead on hearing of his mistress's demise

And of a woman who was interred prematurely having had some kind of seizure that made her look dead, on recovery she managed to open her coffin but was unable to get out of her tomb and It is believed that she died of a heart attack. 




So one way or another  she stayed there. I would have to say that in my opinion she did not have much in the way of a lucky break.


One that I found specially interesting was one of a policeman who had a dreadful reputation for brutal torture of anyone rising against the government and also of shooting indiscriminately at demonstrators, allegedly killing 11 at one gathering! Any way he was murdered by a man who had been a dissident in Russia and had been sentenced to life in a Gulag. He ecscaped and played a role as a revolutionary in various places in South America. He was so appalled over the actions of this cop that he set about Murdering him with a Molatov cocktail burning him to death. The Russian was caught and sent for life in the Argentinean equivalent of a Gulag in Ushuaia. Eventually after a change of government he was released and went of to fight in the Spanish Civil war and eventually died peacefully of old age. 

Our Guides very own Great,great Grandparents

Our guide even showed us the tomb of his own Great great Grandparents  and how the tomb itself was a testament to their own bitter and estranged marriage.

Eva Peron's family tomb

Of course he took us to visit the, rather modest, Douarte family mausoleum where Eva Peron is laid away. The story of Evita and the manner in which she is still revered by half the country and loathed in equal measure by the other half. Of the bizarre way in whihich her body was treated  for many years. And the continuing Peron Legacy which took the most ludicrous turn after his return and subsequent death. All of this has been written in great detail by people much more able and knowledgable than I. however I do recommend you look it up. It makes toe curling reading!

Here lies , finally  Argentinas beloved (or hated) Eva Peron

Any way back to the cemetery. This place is full to bursting with fabulous edifices proclaiming the dead of Argentina's elite.  There are generals and politicians  with names you will recognise as they have streets and parks named after them. Some of the tombs have been designed by famous architects such as the man who built New Yorks Grand Central Station. 

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Another was designed by the architect who is interred there he did it himself and a more stunningly beautiful and stylish lump of granite than any other.

Our guide ,Fransisco, explained to us that this is still very much a working cemetery with funerals taking place often. This is surprising as it is clearly finite in its capacity. Apparently what happens is that either the families are unwilling to fork out the great sums for maintenance etc. In which case the residents are shifted out to some distant hole in the ground and the tomb is sold on. Or as sometimes happens the family dies out and there is no longer any interest in it. In either case I gather that they are sold off lock stock and barrel for enormous sums. And new residents are popped in to replace them.

This whole affair is really the most extravagant display of defiance of the oldest rule, that you can’t take it with you!

Make no mistake it is easy to dismiss this as being an exercise in more money than sense but it is a place of startling history, beauty, romance and style. It is somewhere I will always treasure having visited.

The next day we had to leave  the city and continue towards The province of Patagonia. 

Road to Pategonia  long and straight

Ping had popped in the GPS co ordinates for our next destination which was meant to be a lovely camp.

The sat nav (a device of which I passionately disapprove) took us up an unmade road for a couple of Kms,  no problem there we have done that before. But when it told us to turn left, crash through a fence and ‘navigate off road’ I got the hint that we had got it wrong. 

Not so Vasco De Gamma on my left. I cant understand what is wrong with the machine . I made the mistake of suggesting  that she may have just possibly put in a wrong number. It seems, so I am informed that this is not the case. As she banged the top of the satnav.

So we went and asked the farmer. Two things were special about this interaction one was that he knew of the location that we were seeking , despite it being 30 km away. And the other was he spoke English and was able to give us quite explicit  directions. The camp turned out to be out of season  a bit run down there was a lot of trees and a huge bird population. This is important because just when you settle down to eat  they get ready for bed. There is an unbelievable racket as they all brush their teeth and put their pyjamas on  and then all crap at the same time just before they go to bed. The output is amazing nothing was spared  a deposit of guano! On top of this there was a distressing number of flies. We did not stay there for very long, and met up with our friends Timo and Sandra at another campsite.

Friendly cops visiting our camp

One cop had rescued this duckling. What a softy!

Another beautiful location to camp

Now I have to bring you back to a couple of things that I said we would speak of later. First of all we had yet another problem with the battery and I decided that we must bite the bullet and replace them both.

So we found ourselves in a large cow town and were directed a battery store. After some effort I found a couple of lads and I asked them if they could oblige even at the very beginning their vaguely surprised reaction to the question made me wonder a bit.

They managed to find the ones we needed and started to discuss the price. My esteemed life partner entered the fray guns blazing! She negotiated a decent discount. However it was necessary for someone to go into town and find a bank with a cash machine that had some money in it. Now you will recall that this is not always the case. I stayed back at the van and supervised a bit as the level of competence was not high. I was starting to really wonder if these guys did actually work here. It took ages for Ping to return I wasn’t so surprised  as everything takes longer than you think on these occasions.

Any how the batteries were fitted and we eagerly awaited her return. When she finally got back she was quaking. She whispered to me in a quaking voice . ‘I had quite a disturbing experience at the bank!  

She said she had just got to the head of the queue and found it had no money, when three large unshaven gentlemen rushed in to the bank lobby shut the doors and stopped anyone coming in or going out. They were armed with shotguns and pistols. Not surprisingly it took Ping a moment to collect herself  she was surprised to see that everyone else in the bank was just carrying on as normal then she realised that these were in fact the security people come to refill the machine. what to  us is so dramatic but to others it is so ordinary.

Anyway she got back to me  with money and set about increasing the size of the discount. By this time it was not just me that was questioning whether these guys should be selling us batteries or if indeed they did work there. We never got to the bottom of it but we did get our batteries and further discount. Keen to make a graceful getaway I started up the van and the engine died, it just woudn't run. closer examination showed that during the fitting of the battery they had broken a fuel pipe. My German companion produced his water hose and we cut of a short bit of that and it was a perfect repair and off we set.

More soon. Lots of nice thoughts of you all.

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Uruguay

We spent a good few days in Montevideo which is a surprisingly pleasant city to be in. It is easy going but expensive. The tourist trade is not aggressively developed which is quite a relief. Importantly though, aggression of any sort has been absent from our time here. People always seem to have time. Typically, we ask directions with just a few Spanish words and the poor victim appears to have all day to repeat again or to try another way to explain, or ‘oh never mind come, on I’ll show you’. 

The shops are easy but supermarkets are traumatic as the prices are really quite high coupled with a slightly complicated exchange rate. So we tour around the aisles trying to work out, 'does Nutella really cost $6?' !  More complicated seems to be buying meat as we really have little idea of what we are buying.

Anyway back to the business in hand - the arrival of the MV Grand Brasile!
We tracked this ship online and rather frustratingly it anchored outside Montevideo Port twenty four hours early. Oh goody, I thought we may get away a bit early. Not so!                 It remained anchored until late the night before it was due and slipped in overnight.

At this point it is worth just going back over what happened so far. The receptionist at the shipping company had been most helpful She explained that it was really unnecessary to use a clearing agent as the process was so simple and we could save some money! By this time we had teamed up with a German couple,Timo and Sandra, whose company we are very much enjoying. They have excellent English and contrary to our English stereotype they have a tremendous sense of humour. To add to this they are just married. They had their honeymoon in Brazil prior to coming to collect their van from the same ship.

Outside the Grimaldi Line Office

So according to our instructions  we presented ourselves at the shipping company offices ready to pay our fees and go and collect our vans. We arrived first, followed closely by about 6 other couples intent on the same purpose. 

Happycampers.de at the shipping office.

The whole process was explained to us and it all seemed so easy!  Off we all set a whole troop of mostly Germans and Swiss on our way to the dockside, all we needed was a brass ‘Oom Pah’ band to lead us and the picture might have been complete. We got to the customs office who took an age to process our papers and sent us off to get copies of our vehicle documents. We were given directions to a place where we could get copies. 
So Timo and I set off for copies. Half an hour later we were still looking. Each attempt at getting directions resulted in us going further along the same road. Eventually the man in the pet shop pointed with his chin that we needed to go a bit further on. We saw a café, we asked in there and the waiter asked the only customer, who got up, beckoned us to walk along the road after him. He then opened up an apparently derelict shop which was full of all kinds of junk, he then sat down and warmed up an ancient photocopier and set about giving us all we need. After which we paid a small amount (possibly the cheapest thing in Montevideo) and he returned to his lunch but not before giving us a flyer for his newly opened  electrician business. 

A history lesson
During the early part of WW2 Atlantic merchant shipping suffered terrible losses as a result of attacks by the German navy upon the largely unarmed ships. Chief among the German craft was a battleship The Admiral Graf Spee which earned itself a fearsome reputation. Even once the allied navy had mobilised to defend the merchant ships they found they were outgunned and out manoevered by the Graf Spee. its power, speed and most notably its accuracy was remarkable. Three ships were tasked to find it and destroy it,  Exeter, Ajax and the New Zealand ship Achilles. When they finally tracked and engaged Graf Spee,  The Exeter was so badly damaged it had to retire from the battle. Ajax and Achilles were also damaged and in no shape for full fledged battle. Graf Spee was also damaged and retired into the Neutral port of Montevideo.

The two crippled allied ships stood back at the mouth of the River Plat while the German ship requested to offload prisoners and its wounded crew, then to make emergency repairs. They were allowed 72 hours to do this. 
During this time British naval command sent messages back and forth to the crippled Ajax purporting that a large naval force was on its way and would block the exit of the Graf Spee when it tried to leave. These messages were easily intercepted by the Germans and, believing his ship was doomed the skipper, Hans Langsdorf ordered the ship to be scuttled just outside Montevideo harbour  all the munitions on board were set to explode and with the crew and prisoners safe The mighty Graf Spee was blown up and sunk. Still today what remains of that ship can be seen just above the water. During the salvage operation after the war the anchor was recovered along with the, then,new radar system that accounted for the astonishing accuracy of Graf Spee's gunners.

These are dispalyed in the port of Montevideo.

The Radar gun site of The Graf Spee

Anchor of TheGraf Spee

As for poor old Hans Langsdorf - realising finally that he had fallen for a trick, he installed himself in a hotel in Buenos Aries, spread the ships Ensign out on the bed lay on it and shot himself.






We got back to the customs to find them still in the process of reinventing the wheel. This done we are sent to the port authority where we give our idea of the value of our vehicle and they then calculate the amount of port charges. They then sent us  to another customs office where we would again be checked before going to the warehouse. On the way we met a man from the warehouse who told us that we did not need to go to customs again so we went to his office where a phone call confirmed that we did need to go to the customs office.

At this point I will stop this protracted tale of woe to say that I am writing from our current location near the Rio Negro. We have found ourselves in a grotty campsite  having searched for a better place to spend the night but it was getting dark and we are tired out. We are adjacent to the men's toilet which is ‘basic’. The fluorescent light is flickering above my keyboard and I am being eaten systematically by every harmful insect known! They are in our hair and in our faces.What larks!!!

Anyway back to the docks. We got to the customs and they looked at the same documents and send us off back to the warehouse where we are greeted by the same man who has had another phone call saying that a small mistake has been made and we have to return  to the first customs office. So off we tramp, I should say that we are now close to midday and it is getting very hot. A few Germans are finding it hard to cope with such apparently idiotic bureaucracy and they are getting a bit grousy. 

Paying port fees

We get back to the first office  who corrected the mistake  and send us off to room 005. To get there, we each have to surrender our driving licence in exchange for a visitor security pass. Then down a short corridor to Room 005.  The staff here genuinely behaved as if this the first time anyone has been through this. Our papers are looked at and we then got to the boss who sends us back to the warehouse. Each time  we go to the warehouse we can see into the secure area and we can all see our vans but cannot go near. Eventually we are all given our vehicles  to find several  several cars appear to have been entered unlawfully which has caused a bit of a Teutonic stir. That is when I find that one window of our van has been broken and our radio has been nicked along with the screen from the reversing camera.

One of the delights of sea shipping, a broken window and a stolen radio.

Reunited with Pegasus once more,. Woo Hoo!

By this time it is a bit of a blow. Nobody is terribly interested  but happily go through a ritual of taking photographs etc. So we collect our vans and, yes you have guessed it we have to go back to customs to fill in more forms, they make perfunctory look around and then send us on our away. 



Some points to make: We expected some of this timewasting so no surprises for us .
We really have had the runaround  and I was reminded of the Flanders and Swann song The Gasman Cometh. ‘It all makes work for the working man to do’!

Despite the frustrations everybody we have dealt with has been most pleasant, polite and personable. We have absolutely no expectation that anything will come of the loss and damage. The final part was the one that got us! Having been first in the shipping office we realised that we were the only ones left,  every one else had got their cars and gone.

Der neue Cherman chums! Timo und Sandra

Well, we finally have our van and in company with our new friends  we have pushed on to a campsite outside Montevideo. Of course all the others are there too. It is owned by a truly charming Swiss man and is a very nice place to spend the weekend getting vans sorted ready for some proper overland journeying. I do find that I am really rattled by the damage done to the van  even though it is relatively minor it has really got under my fingernails, but we have to learn by it and move on I guess.

While at the camp which is called the Swiss Paradise, among the people we met was a truly remarkable woman. She is travelling  all over the place in  her Toyota Land Cruiser. It is beautifully laid out and designed for one person with all the equipment she will ever need and she explained to me that she does not feel so remarkable as since her husband died some years ago she has been living alone on an Alp! She told me that in the summer she has some company as a farmer puts his cows out and the occasional walker come by but in the winter she is quite alone. She is the most interesting person to talk with. So self contained.

We also met with an Austrian couple who travelled a similar route in Africa as us, at around about the same time as us though we never met.

Having spent a couple of days sorting out the van we have moved on. We set out to drive to the border of Uruguay and Argentina. It was a long drive but we arrived in a town that has been so important in the western world for over a century. Most of us will have heard of it but really, like me, will have had no appreciation of its importance. 
It is The Town of Fray Bentos!

Once a houshold name !

I had rather trivialised it as like many others we know of the corned beef and tinned meat pies. The meat processing plant closed in 1976 as it was finally overtaken by technology and a changing world market. For just over 100 years It has processed beef for the world on an unimaginable large scale.

This a genuine warning, what follows is not suitable for vegetarians!

This massive plant which is now justifiably a UNESCO World Heritage site has fulfilled the role of a kitchen for the world. Their description not mine. Founded in the mid 1800s by a German scientist, who was a true visionary who sought to develop new technologies to improve the scale of production of affordable and preservable food. In the years that followed, Fray Bentos developed  and honed its ability to take cattle from the massive herds that thrived then in Uruguay. The cattle were transported to the then, small town of Fray Bentos. Here they utilised a number of new techniques to slaughter and preserve the beef. This quickly turned into a mission to provide cheap large quantities of beef and beef products. Their production would centre around processing beef in every form in one place, eventually supply huge quantities of frozen beef, making canned products  and tanning the leather. They sought to process everything and waste nothing except the Moo! The various interests were soon amalgamated into a joint venture called Anglo beef. 

OXO was invented here! 

To supply troops in the trenches in the First World War, they soon became sufficiently adept and productive that they were producing food  in industrial quantities to provide for armies and refugees from all the conflicts of the years to come. Importantly, as they developed Corned or ‘Bully’ beef their capacity grew dramatically. Around the turn of the century, they were already building the town and industry as the world demanded their products.

Throughout  the 20th century, Anglo provided for all sides in the various wars and conflict as well as for relief operations. The technological developments were truly remarkable. The newly built plant in 1921 included the largest deep freeze ever built in the world, even today.

A most imposing site.  The biggest freezer the world has known

Canning at the turn of the century was in its infancy but Anglo and its antecedents developed a way of canning and cooking beef in the can in one operation. Of course, all of this had one requirement that was in its infancy, electricity! 

One of six steam engines to generate electricity

Soon a group of huge steam engines were built to provide power for this operation; generators were constructed resulting in the very first electricity supply in Latin America and indeed one of the first in the world. Not only the plant but the town was incidentally fired up, initially though the town was only allowed a supply after 10 at night.

In its heyday, Fray Bentos was drawing  in massive  stocks of cattle slaughtering, and butchering  on a 24hour seven day a week basis and then using developed mechanical techniques of removing all the edible parts to produce the factory products. Anything that was left went to animal feed and so on. Hoofs and bones were put through the glue factories and the like that were all part of the local structure. Hundreds of tons of frozen beef, canned product, glue and leather were shipped  from the little port of Fray Bentos all around the World, rightly earning it the reputation of ‘the kitchen for the world’.

Such a familiar site I can still remember the anticipation of cooking a Fray Bentos  tinned steak and kidney pie!

In 1976 it finally closed, production ceased and The Massive plant closed its doors for ever. The Town o Fray Bentos still continues and appears to be now quite quiet but does not have the appearance of a dying town. Visiting this place was something that I really wanted to do as I had the nostalgic view of past tinned steak and kidney pies and a household brand.
What we got was an imperfect view, we had a guided tour in Spanish so it was 
hard to form up  really accurate details.  However, what it left was a deep impression of   a phenomenally important and innovatory industry to whom the 20th century truly owes a debt of gratitude. It is also undoubtedly one of the more important elements in the development of The Industrial Revolution.

The plant remains mostly intact, though it is hard to see how it can properly be preserved. But for now, what remains is the hulk of the massive cold store that imposes itself over the area  and a technology and food production university integrated into the original buildings. 

Last backward glance at those cranes.

And finally those two lonely cranes that remain motionless at the end of a jetty that once played a vital part in feeding the world. The brand of course still remains but really only in name but what a legacy!

One abiding Idea remains for me and that is that all those involved in its preservation and continued legacy is that they really do know what a treasure they have had and continue to have.
  

Coals to Newcastle.

The Bully Beef we brought from Egypt

I had no idea that when we took the planned picture that we would be able to stand next to the original  canning autoclave that produce the original product. Far less did I know that we would have such a privilege  to learn more of this extraordinary institution.

I used this reference before  as a bit of a joke  but we did bring a can of corned beef from Egypt which we had left over from our  last sojourn.

I show this to give some idea of scale . This is a pile of iron hangers which transport garments etc through the laundry. there must be 10,000 here!

On the road again:
We had spent our nights in a park along the river that is adjacent to the factory in such a beautiful setting. We are moving on now to Argentina. But just on our last evening we met up with a remarkable English couple Gavin and Jenny who having spent 6 months travelling are about to take a ship into the Antarctic for several weeks before continuing to Asia on their journey around the world. We wish them well and look forward to seeing them in England eventually. 

Gavin and Jenny + Ruby the Land Rover

 Finally I needed to fix that broken window. I had decided that it would be too difficult  to get  proper car glass to replace it  so we would use ordinary domestic glass. However, the woman in the shop was helpful and fully understood what we wanted, but firmly refused to supply it sending us instead to someone who would make it from acrylic.  They did. It cost a fortune.

Anyway it is now fixed. So we set off with our new German chums for Argentina!

Just left Miami

After a straightforward and eventless flight we arrived in Miami. It was a daytime flight so we arrived in good shape;well fairly good shape. Ping had a bad earache which was excruciatingly painful during the flight and I was still recovering from a cold. 

We had decided to hire a car as it would give us a bit of freedom and they are not very expensive in America.How wrong we were! We arrived at our hotel to find that not only did they not have any parking, but that parking in the area is so expensive it made our eyes water! Because of the hour we found all the private car parks were already closed. On our first night we had to leave the car on a meter overnight and then feed it at $3.50 per hour when it started operating  in the morning. This of course meant that Ping had to go out in her nightie and curlers at 7 am to feed the meter! I would have done it but I was tired.

So with our hotel at $60 a night and parking at $30 it was already getting pricy, one of the options was to return the car but then that would have been difficult and would have costs.

Anyhow that is my first little rant out of the way. Our hotel was shabby but quite okay. 

Downtown Miami is superficially interesting though I think we only scratched the surface. It really is a stunningly uncomfortable mix of incredible opulence contrasting to a shockingly large street population many of whom are people in very poor condition, amputees and major disabilities. People exhibiting major mental health problems are commonplace. Some street dwellers are simply decrepit! 

Stunning modern buildings

This against the backdrop of a beautiful modern city with some of the finest modern architecture imaginable. There are many fine and ostentatious restaurants with well dressed people dining inside and sick old men sleeping outside. I found it very hard to reconcile in my own mind, it made me feel bad. When you cross over, just a short hop to Miami Beach, you find a rich mans' playground of monstrous proportions. One of the most striking features are the lavish boats and yachts that are everywhere. 

These floating gin palaces were everywhere

Thousands of the most fancy, and often large boats imaginable. I did wonder at one point if it might be compulsory to have a yacht as a condition of living there. I was also left wondering seriously in view of their universally gleaming shiny newness if they are forced by some local law to simply scrap their boats when they become no longer shiny! 

Glorious Deco!

In amongst all of this is the so called ‘Art Deco district’ which is a mile of stunningly beautiful buildings a mix of shops, hotels, restaurants and private houses that are all carefully preserved examples of that 1930 period which produced so much lovely architecture. 

It is noticeable that many owners have dressed their properties by parking classic cars and motorbikes outside to set the scene a bit more. It is all very glamourous and well worth taking the time to see it. Interestingly ,though,as you drive further around Miami Beach you find that there is lots more all over that is not celebrated in quite the same way these buildings are just in use in a sort of workaday kind of way and some are quite decaying.

Just add a bit of dressing to make the picture

We also made a point of visiting another area of Miami , ‘Wynwood’, Which is a very large industrial area that has apparently fallen on hard times and most of the factories and warehouses have been left empty. Something remarkable has taken place. 

Street art everywhere in Wynwood

 
A typical Wynwood car paint shop

Graffiti artists have moved in on a grand scale!  Over huge district every conceivable space has been covered with street art of all types.

There are Murals of incredible art and beauty. There are gags and some very humorous  paintings. Interestingly we see again where the local businesses that remain have joined in and commissioned work depicting their business’s.

This is the place for maritime clothing
The very few new buildings that are starting to emerge are decorated in a theme in keeping with this new environment.

New building still includes art to add glamour

Inevitably many mainstream artists have taken to setting up commercial galleries in the area. 

Amazing art round every corner

 These contrasting against a plethora of mindless 

tagging where less inspired people have left their signature or ‘Tag’ daubed on some of the art.

The overwhelming impression is one of beauty and humour and liberty on a grand scale. Too much to take in in one visit. Well worth the effort though!

Fun too

Over all our visit to miami has been a very expensive diversion spending these few days here was capped off by my becoming ill. I had a very unpleasant cold since we left England. I do worry on these occasions that I may have one of my very unhappy asthma attacks. So I have persuaded my GP to prescribe me some steroids to take with us on the trip just to be on the safe side. Inevitably, however they had been placed safely in the van!

Well, on the evening of day three the cold was dragging on and I was becoming aware that all was definitely not well. We ended up going to the hospital for help, though my departure was delayed as we were about to leave, Barak Obama's motorcade came hurtling through Miami. It was quite a sight I guess about thirty vehicles in the party escorted by maybe a similar number of police motorcycles all flashing and howling. After Obama had passed Ping reminded me that I was mortally ill and we continued on to the hospital.

Just waiting for my mum to pick me up

I should have got a sticker for being good

By the time I got there I was quite wheezy very glad to be there. The staff were terrific, they listened to my account of how I have dealt with attacks in the past and readily agreed to prescribe me the steroids but made sure they were having good effect before chucking me out. I was very glad that we had, at the last minute , taken out extra daily insurance to be in the US which covered the cost.

 However the hospital were very clear, contrary to popular belief, that they do not allow payment to be a barrier to treatment. I was very impressed.

I almost forgot that Donald Trump held a hurriedly arranged rally opposite our hotel Apparently, Florida has become very important in the campaign. We were surprised to see that there so few supporters outside the venue there was a motley crew of about 50 people shouting and moaning in support of Trump’s inane and bigoted claptrap.

The whole thing was quite underwhelming.
Whatever will happen after this election?

The next day we flew out to Montevideo feeling much better and not worrying about an asthma attack on the 8 hour flight.

Dateline Montevideo.

I have no idea what that really means, but I think it looks rather exciting!

We have arrived to collect the van, an event that we are really eagerly anticipating.

We had arranged to be taken from the airport to our hotel. Sadly, having been dropped off we discovered as the taxi disappeared, that the hotel neither had our booking, or any free rooms. This was a shame on two accounts, one was that it seemed to be a really nice place with charming staff, but also it meant we had to drag our very heavy bags about half a mile down the road to the mildly unpleasant Hotel Mediterranean. Where we are now installed. This inconvenience meant that we were really too tired to start organising the various bureaucratic matters that needed to be dealt with. We eventually pitched up in The Immigration department 3 minutes after it closed, oh bugger! 

However we did get to meet the clearing agent who amid being very pleasant and helpful has explained all we need to do.

 There is a bit of a nuisance in all of this in that during this time we have been tracking the ship on the interweb and we now think it may dock over the weekend and we are not quite ready  we have a couple of offices to visit  and we have been told that the van cannot be released until we have insurance in place which have so far not done.

The magnificent  theatre

It is the weekend now so we have been mooching around Montevideo which is a very pleasant city It is quite obviously steeped in history but much of that is obscured by being in Spanish. The city is quite small and quite old  has beautiful buildings but some are quite decayed which in my view rather adds to its charm. 

some houses neglected some cared for

It seems that it may be a bit underpopulated, the streets are not crowded and the traffic is light So it seems to be a very relaxed place where people generally have time to be pleasant. 

someones roof garden

Actually we are rather unwilling tourists as we really want to get on with recovering the van as well as being quite tired.
However from Monday there is lots to do. One real problem that is emerging is that the whole business living in hotels is expensive and continuing and of course it is really not our thing. 

We do intend to move back to our original hotel, the one we are in, is ok though the lobby smells a bit and the toilet cistern is very odd, it is mounted on the wall but is clearly designed to be perched on the bog itself and it has been heavily painted with ‘Artex’ that’s the stuff you use on dodgy ceilings to hide the cracks. 

strange  bog!

This is made further surprising as there is no sign of Artex anywhere else. Interestingly the bog seat itself is air cushioned for extreme comfort, classy eh? 

Breakfast is $5 and consists of a prepacked sandwich. I think you get a cup of instant  as well. Its not exactly 'Bates' quality but I have seen better

So tomorrow we lug or cases back over the hill to the much nicer Hotel Iberia.

Now we have moved and are more comfortable. We have now learnt that the ship will not now dock before Thursday so we have plenty of time to sort out the admin required. as we watch the progress of the ship online. We still think it may dock early but who knows.

Port of Monevideo

Gazing out to sea!. Our ship will come through here.
The Graf Spee is out there somewhere

                          All over Montevideo there is an array of magnificent statuary here is just a few. So many heroes of so many revolutions, so little time.
Here are some of the less predictable example.

This is treated as a popular shrine

Confucius, not a hero of the revolution

We are optimistic to have the van back by Friday so we can get started properly.

Finally here is one for the Ladies!!!