No, that was Paraguay, another day, another ‘guay.
Leaving Argentina was about like entering it, no one talked to me, I saw no border control and no one looked at my passport.
Uruguay, on the other hand, was as careful and sticky as I’d been warned. After lots of questions from lots of different people but now I’m on board the world’s fastest ferry (for real, look it up) zipping across the water at 110km/h to Montevideo, Uruguay.
A Bit Gone 