Our last day in Uruguay we took the day off, jumped into our rental car (tiny, 5 people, 3 of us are taller than 6 feet. yeah.) and headed up the coast on a road trip. We passed the mate gourd and let the wind blow our hair as we cruised through the Uruguayan countryside towards our destination two hours north: Cabo Polonio.
Except for Martin, none of us knew what to expect of our destination except that it was: 1) some kind of fishing village that 2) didn’t have electricity and 3) was only accessible by riding on the back of a truck through sand dunes. Sounded good enough for me!
