Montevideo, Uruguay

As it turns out, we took off nearly an hour behind schedule. But our flight time is comically short—literally 30 minutes from start to finish. No time for drinks or anything. Probably the shortest flight of my life.

Unfortunately, we are further delayed on arrival at the airport in Montevideo because one of the party has had their case lost in transit, so the poor fellow is going to be wearing the same clothes for the foreseeable. Hopefully they’ll locate it soon, as we’re setting sail for the Falkland’s tomorrow, so I’ve no idea how they’d get it to him.

So, two hours behind schedule, we finally make it to the Hayatt Cittic Hotel. Another comically large room awaits my arrival, and I shall get to enjoy this one just as little as the last, as we will be checking out at 09:30 to begin our tour of Montevideo.

I expect little in the way of pity, but I’m honestly knackered!Read more