MALBA, Rolling Stone (Tibás, San José, Costa Rica), Unknown Soldiers (Buenos Aires and Uruguay), Fish and Jesus

Our freelance photographer Don Eduardo sent us these wonderful pictures. We are eternally grateful, and the $ 50.000 paycheck is well deserved.


Unknown Soldier #1


Fish, Bergen, Norway


Jesus Christ, our lord and saviour.


MALBA, Buenos Aires.


The Rolling Stone, Tibás, San José, Costa Rica


Unknown Soldier #2, Buenos Aires


Unknown Soldier #3, possibly somewhere in Uruguay


Unknown Soldier #4, Buenos Aires

Punta del Diablo, Uruguay

A stunning picture from one of the most beautiful places in South America.

The IWCRP staff wish to send our most grovelling thanks to our freelance photographer Inga. We do not know the name of the establishment where the picture was taken, but we are sure it's worth a visit. As always, we give $ 10.000 to whoever can give us the name of the place.

Rosa Negra, Colonia

Surprisingly good and cheap food at this slightly crappy-looking restaurant in the touristy old part of Colonia. I could make a toilet-related joke about the name, the black rose, but I choose not to.

Mesón de la Plaza, Colonia

One from the ladies' room, two from the other.

Some parrilla, Colonia

This parrilla has existed since the spaniards were fighting the portuguese over Colonia back in the 17th century, nonetheless the name got lost in the IWCRP archives, which are larger and more chaotic than the ones in Sevilla. This is a unisex WC, the only one in the establishment. Unisex WCs are usually a terrible idea, since the ladies will encounter liquids on the seats and the gentlemen will have to stand in line for hours. At this establishment, however, the problem was solved in the most logical manner, namely by not having any guests.

Nuevo San Cono

A brilliant bar & parrilla, this one, by far our favourite in Colonia. Some fantasticly funny pictures of Diego Maradona with the owner and some other petrified people on the walls. Good, cheap beer and a general happy feeling. The first two pics are from the ladies' room; thanks to MJ for risking her life.

Mercosur, Colonia

From the ladies' room at cafe mercosur, thanks to MJ for working undercover.

Hotel Rivera, Colonia, Uruguay

A nice hotel in a nice little town. This one costs $750 uruguayos for a double incl. breakfast and typically horrendous uruguayan coffee. No country in the world has more disgusting coffee than Uruguay.

Bar, Colonia, Uruguay

This was the last bar the IWCRP delegation visited that night, and the name of the bar is thus forgotten. The gin & tonic was made of gasoline, soda and lemon, and therefore, for the first time in history, a drink was left on the table upon departure.

El Drugstore, Colonia, Uruguay

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As the IWCRP delegation was refilling after visiting the Drugstore WCs, a foreign citizen came and sat down at a table nearby. On noticing his lack of knowledge of the spanish language, the waitress offered him a menu in English, an offer he politely turned down. IWCRP went outside for a cigarette in order to get the digestion going, and shortly after the foreign citizen came outside as well, with the waitress, and started pointing at some pictures of food on the wall. Much easier than getting the english menu.

Buquebus again

From a previously unvisited part of the Buquebus terminal in Colonia, Uruguay.

Café Irazú, Montevideo

Café Irazu is named after the 3.432 m costa rican volcano which last erupted when John F. Kennedy came to visit in 1963. The Irazú, named after an indian tribe that used to live nearby, helps the people of Cartago determining which way is north. Very convenient, since costa rican streets do not have names, nor the houses numbers, so adresses are like "200 m north, 800 west and 75 north of where the chinese restaurant used to be before the health inspector turned up".

This coffee shop in Montevideo does have an adress, though; it´s Juan Carlos Gómez 1315, and the costa rican coffee is excellent. And as always, it provides photo opportunities for the Project when the "eruption" comes 5 minutes later.

Since I´m a nice guy, I give you a picture of the Irazú crater as well.

El Molino, Cabo Polonio, Uruguay

Cabo Polonio is a strange, yet very nice little town on the beach. Surrounded by several kilometers of sand dunes, without any cars except a few 4wd trucks which bring visitors to or from the bus stop. No electricity, no phone, no water in the little houses scattered randomly about the place.

El Molino, however, has a WC, or a C, to be accurate. In order to protect the audience, the angle of this picture does not allow us a view of the more profound part of the bowl, where several previous guests had contributed to a rather disturbing panorama.

Maybe I´m getting a little soft, perhaps I give you too many unrelated pictures, but here are a few from the rest of Cabo Polonio. It wouldn´t surprise me if someone, maybe a cow, a horse or at least a chicken, has used the beach or the corner of one of the little houses as a WC, so that justifies it.

McDonald´s, Montevideo

I don´t know why I keep going to McDonald´s. Why travel all around the world just to see a urinal exactly like the ones at home?

Montevideo collection 2: urinals

It´s not really necessary to build all kinds´a fancy apparatus, when all us guys need is a nice little corner with certain drainage.

Montevideo collection 1: multifunctional

As any historian will tell you, the human memory is unreliable as a source for certain knowledge of the past. Unfortunately, we have no written sources confirming the names of these places, but they are all somewhere in Montevideo.

Hotel Richmond, Montevideo

Not much to say about The Richmond, really. Better than Hotel Palacio, although the latter did not have Russian stereotypes drinking and discussing the quality, availability and price of whores with the receptionist all night.

Hotel Palacio, Montevideo

I don´t know what palace the Palacio is named after, but it somewhat resembles Saddam´s presidential palace. After the bombing and looting. Located in Montevideo´s nocturnal centre, drunken hollering and disco music from several nearby establishments can be heard untill 6 a.m.

The Palacio also has the most uncomfortable beds I´ve ever slept in, including the times I´ve passed out on the floor.