Some melancholy pictures of Uruguay as I momentarily depart it:
The mortgage bank of Uruguay.
A fairly ugly apartment building.
The doorway of the same building. Most buildings in Uruguay have unusual names. This one is the Tucan Building.
This is the front entrance to the one decent occult bookstore in town. Note the over-the-top esoteric facade, complete with the Qabalistic Tree of Life and everything.
And then the two things I'll be missing most while I'm out:
Currently Smoking: Lorenzetti half-volcano + Gawith's Balkan Flake