No leads on the jaguar just yet.
So I'm spending the whole period between now and New Year's Eve at a rented house in Montevideo. The house is goddamn gorgeous, it's basically like living in a museum. It's got TWO FUCKING PIANOS. Who needs TWO pianos? Oh, and nearly every room in it has a ton of books.
So why am I ranting about it you ask? Well it turns out that for whatever reason Montevideo sets my senses on fire. Particularly smell. On a ten-block walk to a restaurant (because my relatives wanted to dine somewhere in the old city) I identified no less than twenty-two different scents. Some of them didn't even make any sense until I realized I was downwind and the scent had been carried a whole block in my direction.
It's summer here, which means the house is coolest where there's ventilation. Unfortunately, it seems every goddamn night a bunch of assholes just HAVE to gather under the balcony to smoke pot (which is legal here, by the way) and that smell unnerves me the worst. By the way, if Montevideo is anything to go by, anyone who claims that legalizing pot brings crime rates down is a goddamn liar. Speaking to the people here, it seems that after it was declared legal, the local drug cartels decided to get proactive about "other" enterprises. You're perfectly fine if you go to certain tourist locations at the ciudad vieja, but for fuck's sake do not go out at night there unless you want to experience rape and murder firsthand. The cops just plain DISAPPEAR at night.