Yesterday we crossed into country number three, Uruguay. The crossing was supposed to have been simple as our Uruguayan driver promised. The border is just before the large Uruguaya River on which a dam was constructed few years ago.
Unfortunately Alfonso our driver was not aware that the law does not allow bicycle (or pedestrian) crossing on the dam and as a result the truck had to wait for all the cyclists to arrive (well almost all), load the bike for the short ride across the dam and then continue on our merry ways.
The initial impressions of Uruguay are good. The roads are good with a good shoulder, the drivers polite and give us lots of room, the traffic is light, the weather has been excellent and to top it all Alfonso had his cousin prepare for us a traditional barbeque at the campsite after most of the riders had a good opportunity to soak in the thermal baths.
Ah the barbeque. According to Alfonso Uruguayan beef is the best in the world. And Alfonso’s cousin prepared tons of it. And as much as we tried to eat it all, there was still plenty left for the extended family and even a few dogs.