Detour into Uruguay (Uruguay)

We woke up Tuesday morning at 5am, from a predictably fit full car sleep, and started the 2 day drive toward Buenos Aires.  Main event of our car ride was the ticket that we finally received.  At one point along the driver, there was a checkpoint, and as we drove by, the police officer told us we had to have our headlights on throughout the day.  A few bathroom brakes, gas fill ups, and meals later, we started driving and forgot to turn on our lights, got pulled over at a police point, and they would not budge on the headlight issue.  I tried my damndest to explain our situation, and used everything that I had used before to get out of tickets, but again, the man was not going to let us off.  So $480 Argentine pesos later, we got back in the car.  I was pretty impressed that we had made it so far without getting a ticket, but Jared was livid, spewing profanities, and imagining the worst for the police officers.  Eh, what are ya' gonna do?  Several hours into the drive, we realized that if we could not sell the car in Argentina, as we had originally hoped, then why drive all the way to Buenos Aires, to then have to potentially ferry the car over to Uruguay, or drive all the way back up the Rio Uruguay to cross into Uruguay, and drive down to Montevideo, potentially a 2 day drive again.  That was if we could even sell the car in Uruguay; I had read online that we could, but I had also read online that we could sell it in Argentina, so that source had proved unreliable.  We were lucky enough to still be driving along the Uruguayan-Argentine border, so we figured we would stop at one border crossing along the way, and at least see if it was possible to sell a car in Uruguay.  Once at the border,  we were able to temporarily forego the tax just to talk to aduana officers.  They informed us that we could definitely sell a car in Uruguay, and the paperwork didn't even have to be completed at the border, but could be done in Montevideo.  Woohoo, Uruguay, here we come!

The Uruguayan officials were so nice; they asked us all about our driving trip and wished us well.  We apparently did the whole thing backwards though, not seeing the Argentine immigration and customs office, and they gave us a much harder time about leaving, making us take almost everything out of the car to inspect it.  Then they saw Jared's huge bottles of doxycycline in the trunk and made us wait around, while they poured out the contents of pills and sniffed away.  Finally, we were allowed to leave, and we drove in, just before sunset to the small town of Paysandu.  We looked around a bit for hotels and hostels, but everything seemed a bit more expensive than expected, so we decided on another night's sleep in the car, and found a restaurant with wifi and outlets to plan our next day's drive.  Also, of note that night, I ate my first chivito.  For those of you that do not know the glory that is "the chivito", it is a sandwich with lettuce, tomato, mayo, egg, mozarrella cheese, mayo, meat, jam, and mayo.  I also endearingly refer to is as a heart attack in a sandwich.  As a side note, I once did a hefty amount of research in New York to find a Uruguayan restaurant that served the chivito, and when I finally did find one (in Brooklyn for anyone wondering), the chivito had olives, and I just chocked it up to either not remembering the chivito well, or them making it incorrectly.  This chivito did have olives, so I figured I must have just forgotten about them.  The sandwich was pretty slamming, and I was stuffed.  After dinner, we walked around the town a bit, changed money, and drove to find a suitable space to park and sleep, which ended up being a plaza on the far side of town.
The next morning, we woke up from our car sleep, and headed to Montevideo at 8 am.  The Uruguayan countryside is like a big pasture.  Probably more lots with cows than we had seen in any other place though.  The drive was easy and flat, and ticket free, and we arrived in Montevideo with a good chunk of the day still ahead of us.