The 41 Places to Go in 2011 By THE NEW YORK TIMES

From the beaches of Mexico to the wilds of Kurdistan, the places on this year’s list take you to the end of the world and back.

31. Colonia del Sacramento, Uruguay

The ranches beyond a historic village offer a dose of rural chic.

Colonia del Sacramento, on the southwestern shores of Uruguay, has long been a popular detour from Buenos Aires. Reachable by ferry across the Río de la Plata, this Unesco World Heritage site offers centuries-old stone houses, casual restaurants with riverside patios and boutiques selling crafts.

In the last few years, its appeal has spilled into the surrounding countryside, where tastefully decorated ranches and locavore offerings are attracting travelers in search of rural chic.
At the recently opened La Vigna, 37 miles south of the historic quarter, guests can learn about organic farming, sheep shearing and other activities worthy of a gaucho. Or they can just relax at the main house, a restored Renaissance Revival estate built in 1880 by Italian winemakers. It has five rooms furnished with rustic antiques and ceramics made on site.
Deeper inland, Estancia Tierra Santa (open March to June and September to December) has three suites inside a renovated colonial manor — all with wood-burning fireplaces and outdoor terraces.
More than 50 bird species have been spotted during expeditions at this ranch, which also offers fishing, hunting and riding on criollo horses.
The promenade at the nearby Puerto Camacho marina includes a stone-walled chapel, a food shop that stocks artisanal preserves and a restaurant, Basta Pedro.
The marina, part of a larger development, will include a racetrack with lessons taught by expert riders. You’ll be galloping through the grasslands in no time.

— PAOLA SINGER

Canada-based Scotiabank to Land in Uruguay

The arrival of Scotiabank in Uruguay reaffirms the solid brand positioning of the country both in the region and worldwide. The bank has just confirmed the purchase agreement of Uruguayan Banco Comercial and the financial institution “Pronto!” in a $300 million operation.

Both institutions have a strong presence regarding personal banking. The Banco Comercial has subsidiaries in each of the country’s 19 geographic departments. It is also the major credit card issuer. And Pronto! is the third largest consumer credit company in Uruguay.

The Scotiabank Group is one of the most important financial institutions in North America, with a strong international presence and over 70,000 employees. The bank services 18 million customers in over 50 countries.

Mr. Carlos Taboada, who represents the Canadian Bank said that the aim of this move is to increase its operations in a financial market characterized by the stability of the regulations and institutions, which have proved an interesting ongoing development.

Scotiabank will focus on sale and risk management, along with their other wide range of products. Brian Porter, Head of International Banking said “Scotiabank has ambitious plans for the Uruguay market and that is what makes this an exciting opportunity for our customers. Our introduction to the Uruguay market will enhance an already unique Latin American footprint.”

As opportunities abroad are becoming increasingly hard to find with international rates at a historical low, the financial institutions are looking to improve the access to banking services by participating in the investment processes going on in the country in order to fund them, developing more services at the same time.

On the other hand, one could ask: aren’t there enough banks already in such a small business market as Uruguay? Well, it seems that there are still enough business opportunities to keep international financial institutions interested in this part of the world.

Over the past years, Banco Santander purchased the ABN Bank, BBVA got the Crédito, the HSBC and the Itaú Bank have both very strong expansion plans. And now with Scotiabank purchasing Nuevo Banco Comercial, Uruguay’s market will certainly become a much more competitive and dynamic one.

According to Scotiabank’s CEO, Mr. Rick Waugh, this move is aligned with the Bank’s investment strategy in high growth markets where an increase in the financial services is expected.

Posted by Cris Roma

For empty, endless expanses and easy living, nothing beats the ribbon of boho-chic enclaves along Uruguay's Maldonado coast.

I'm driving down the pitch-dark road that snakes north from the old fishing village of José Ignacio on Uruguay's coast. The sultry, salty night air washes in, along with the hum of distant waves crashing on the Atlantic shore. I've heard great things about Marismo, where chef-owner Federico Desseno fires up coronilla logs in his homemade clay oven to coax hidden flavors from lamb, squid, and drumfish. The restaurant is hidden down an unmarked dirt track, I've been told, two miles from the last street lamp, and obscured by dense fronds of acacia and eucalyptus. I've also been told that no sign indicates the entrance; nor, strictly speaking, does the restaurant have an address.

Stumbling in the dark, I'm drawn by the flickering light of fabric lanterns dangling from the trees, and finally emerge among rough-cut wooden tables lit by candles and a crackling bonfire. I order a shank of lamb: It's succulent and expertly prepared. Marismo deserves its reputation for exquisite food, yet I can't help wondering whether Desseno intentionally makes the restaurant hard to find, figuring that concealment would be taken as shorthand for exclusivity. I corner him and accuse him of cynical obfuscation in an effort to create mystique. "Oh, you mean the sign," he says wearily. I've been meaning to put one up for years. I always seem to forget."

Such lackadaisical attitudes are easy to find in Uruguay, particularly on the coastal stretches of Maldonado Department. From Punta del Este, a jarring, glitzy resort fashioned by celebrities from neighboring Argentina, expansive golden beaches and low headlands stretch for twenty-five miles northeast along a single coast road connecting a ribbon of beach settlements—La Barra, Manantiales, La Juanita, and José Ignacio—each emptier and more low-key than the last. The road comes to an abrupt halt at Laguna Garzón, three miles beyond José Ignacio. A tiny winch-operated ferry crosses the lagoon each hour, but few vehicles venture on: Beyond lies the wild shoreline of Rocha Department, where a desolate, barely populated coastline of shipwrecks and abandoned fortresses stretches as far as Brazil.

My favorite time is the fresh November-December spring or the tail end of summer in February and March, when the area reverts to something far closer to its origins as a string of humble fishing villages on an unspoiled stretch of sandy coast. The back-to-basics beach settlements sport an atmosphere somewhat akin to the Hamptons of the sixties, with an endearing informality that's distinctly South American. Uruguayans have a knack for inspired improvisation, infusing low-budget, simply executed projects with an easy charm. Maldonado's villages are so casually slung together, in fact, that chefs open restaurants in garages or on the front porches of their homes.

This time, searching for an escape from my home in hectic Buenos Aires, I choose an August holiday weekend in the depths of the Southern Hemisphere winter to pootle around on back roads and take brisk walks on breeze-swept beaches under constantly changing grandiose skies. I've arranged to stay at Casa Zinc, the most talked-about hotel in La Barra, and I'm met at Montevideo's Carrasco Airport by its owner, designer Aaron Hojman, who is on his way to a friend's art show nearby and invites me to join him. I can't help noticing that Hojman's shoelaces are undone, his woolen cardigan threadbare. "I sell my lifestyle, which is very simple indeed," he says wryly, shifting cluttered papers in his battered Fiat to make space. "Uruguayans just don't 'do' glamour." Despite his rumpled appearance, Hojman mingles unabashed with Montevideo's smart set; within an hour, he's introduced me to a smattering of artistic leading lights, most of whom appear to share his dress sense. We leave the gallery around midnight and drive across the sparsely inhabited Uruguayan interior: During the two-hour journey to the coast, we barely spot an electric light in the dark before we skirt Punta and meet the Atlantic coast at La Barra. When we arrive, I find that I am the hotel's only guest.

A storm hits overnight and a gale is still battering in from the ocean the next morning, but I set out nevertheless to explore the coast. The shoreline seems to claw at the edge of town, its main street petering out into a low landscape of dunes and sea grasses. A mile beyond, I turn my back to the ocean and cut through a thorny scrub of cactus and gorse to the hamlet of Manantiales. Fifty years ago, when Punta del Este was already drawing Yves Montand, Jeanne Moreau, Sacha Distel, and a host of other film stars, royals, and artistic luminaries, Manantiales and neighboring fishing villages were frequented only by hard-wrought settlers and blue-collar workers from Uruguay's inland cities. The Arroyo Maldonado, which cuts through the Atlantic dunes at La Barra, provided a natural barrier between the distinct summering societies. Where Punta's coiffed and fashionably attired clientele drifted from one elegant soiree to another, their poorer cousins devoted their idle summers to egalitarian pursuits like shoreline fishing and roving barefoot along the dunes, sleeping in near-derelict, off-the-grid wooden shacks rented for a pittance from local fishermen. Even today, La Barra's peculiar double-humped bridge continues to form a figurative barrier between Punta del Este and la costa.

By the 1970s, the turbulent politics that racked much of Latin America had filled many Uruguayans and Argentines with an urge to escape urban hotbeds of political violence. With Argentina in the grips of its cabal of generals, wealthy porteños in particular began to spend long summers on the Maldonado coast, drawn to its unspoiled beauty and a ragtag beach culture sustained by fishermen, surfers, and artists. When local latifundistas (landowners since colonial times), whose holdings around José Ignacio alone amounted to thousands of acres, divided their extensive coastal properties into ten-acre parcels, Argentines spotted a chance to sneak undeclared cash beyond the generals' grabbing hands—and to erect holiday homes that would provide a peaceful, albeit temporary, escape. In 1978, Francis Mallmann, then an ambitious young chef from Bariloche, opened Posada del Mar, the first restaurant in José Ignacio, and art dealers set up summer-only showrooms aimed at visitors from across the Río de la Plata.

Money arrived in the end—serious money. By the 1990s, with Argentina's currency pegged at par with the U.S. dollar, well-sited coastal homes in La Barra and José Ignacio began to change hands for millions of dollars. Hip Europeans appeared, many drawn by low-key, high-UV chill-out parties in José Ignacio organized by Cream, a nightclub based in Ibiza and England. Yet the wealthy newcomers have studiously maintained the region's bohemian air, garaging their Ferraris out of sight and mirroring the down-to-earth, slightly disheveled habits of the locals. Many built their holiday houses next to the ranchito shacks—two-room dwellings with the tiniest of footprints, simple homes for local fishermen, who row out each dawn before the mist has burned off Laguna José Ignacio to collect prawns trapped by the receding tide.

I drive up to José Ignacio the following day to clamber over the rocks beneath its landmark lighthouse. Even here, in a village renowned as a summer playground for South America's seriously wealthy, there are no extravagant mansions or glamorous bars, just simple whitewashed bungalows and modest cottages. The village's grassy plaza is adorned by nothing showier than a bed of lavender.

With no soaring cliffs, jagged peaks, or dense jungle lining the shore, Maldonado's wholesome emptiness generates contemplation and introspection. I realize that the absence of drama in the landscape is reflected, too, in the unpretentious, honest nature of the inhabitants. Unlike, say, the studied physicality of Rio's beach scene, Uruguay's coastal towns offer the chance to simply disconnect and unwind—desenchufar. Even in high season, the days flow at a languid pace. After a noontime breakfast, the summer visitor spends lazy afternoons at the beach that segue effortlessly into a late barefoot lunch of grilled prawns or crab claws at Marismo or at La Huella, a beach shack cum gourmet eating spot in José Ignacio. Those searching for even more tranquillity hit up owner Guzmán Artagaveytia for one of just thirty invitations to La Caracola, a private lunch club on an otherwise deserted finger of sand that divides Laguna Garzón from the ocean. With no road access, guests are rowed across the lagoon to the crudely cut wooden cabin, where potent caipirinhas, fresh-caught fish, and a soothing azure womb of sky and sea quickly bring on the profoundest of siestas.

There are so few activities, in fact, that it can take a while to adjust to the region's adagio rhythms. Fall into conversation at lunch with diners at the next table or—as often happens—with the chef or waiter, and the sun can already be setting by the time you're done. Even at night, most visitors seem content to do little more than dine at tumbledown beach huts, gaze at a bonfire's flickering flames, or listen to the beat of tambores under a midnight moon.

One afternoon, I drive slowly down a country lane that snakes inland from José Ignacio. Wood rails scuttle along the verge, and the air whirls with tanagers, tyrants, and woodpeckers. Bucolic grassland, edged with coronilla and pepper trees, stretches into the distance; I stop frequently and the silence is broken only by the buzz of insects and the cackle of parakeets. In two hours I see not a single car, just a mounted gaucho and a family of three balancing uneasily on a motorbike.

In mid-afternoon, I head back to the coast and stop off at La Juanita, the hamlet a mile south of José Ignacio, spotting a hand-painted wooden sign for Restaurante La Olada pointing down a quiet backstreet, alive to the twitter of flycatchers and thrushes. Its owner, Santiago Rivero, a young Uruguayan with tousled hair and a cheeky grin, is typical of the region's restaurateurs: A former manual worker from Montevideo who as a child spent long summers at the beach with his grandfather, Rivero returned as a young man to surf at José Ignacio. He found work in the kitchen at La Huella, picked up additional cooking experience while backpacking in Brazil, then set up his own place with his scant savings, nailing the building together from wood offcuts in his front yard.

"Piecemeal—that's the way things are done in Uruguay," Rivero says, laughing, and shows me a short menu of simple dishes—seaweed risotto, entrecôte, lamb shank, drumfish—that he cooks in a clay oven. He could hardly have chosen a more rustic situation for his restaurant: When I return that night, there are just two other people dining alfresco at tables casually arrayed between a vegetable patch and a log pile.

The village of Garzón is a half-hour drive inland from José Ignacio. Once a thriving way station linking some of Uruguay's largest cattle ranches, it boasted a mill and a rail connection to the city of Maldonado, the region's commercial center. Decline set in during the 1960s, when the mill went out of business and residents drifted away in search of work. When Uruguay axed its passenger rail service in 1989, Garzón was left as little more than a ghost town. Today, its population stands at just 200. I arrive to find a village so undisturbed that sheep graze its unpaved roads, and ñandúes, South America's ostrich-like rheas, roam the surrounding grassy hills. I watch a pair of horneros, cinnamon-colored birds native to South America, fashion a mud nest atop a telegraph pole, and I listen as flocks of parakeets squabble in hundred-foot eucalyptus and plane trees. In the largely treeless Río de la Plata basin, these towering trees are unusual evidence of perhaps two centuries of human habitation. Except for birdsong, no sound breaks the silence.

Despite Garzón's utter tranquillity, it is the focus of an ambitious plan by Francis Mallmann to expand Uruguay's coastal tourism scene inland. Mallmann's trajectory has soared since he helped pioneer José Ignacio in the 1970s; he has gone on to own successful restaurants not only in Uruguay and Argentina but in the United States as well. Five years ago, Mallmann opened a restaurant in Garzón's 140-year-old general store. He converted its former storage vaults into a small hotel and employed twenty-one local youths—one tenth of Garzón's entire population—to run it. In the years since, Mallmann has further extended his influence over the village. He revamped its disused mill as a cultural center to showcase Uruguayan music, film, and dance and refurbished several houses as luxury summer rentals, providing butlers, a 1920s-built limousine, and gourmet beach picnics as part of the service. "Garzón is not a place for parties or package groups," he tells me. "It's a place to enjoy simple sensations, to gaze at the scudding clouds or listen to chill music under the stars." It's also a place to savor Mallmann's exquisite cooking, creative updates of classic Uruguayan and Argentine dishes, which he prepares in an infiernillo, or "little hell," an Inca-inspired homemade oven, constantly stoking its two tiers of fire with eucalyptus and quebracho logs from a large pile by the restaurant door. His presence alone has persuaded an international cabal of influential friends to buy and restore a slew of centennial houses in and around Garzón.

Other entrepreneurs have followed Mallmann's lead in seeking to develop acreage inland from Maldonado's coastal strip as a gastronomic hub and second-home retreat. Connecticut-based financier-turned-hotelier Alex Vik built his opulent, art-bedecked Estancia Vik on four thousand acres of wildlife-rich pampas three miles inland from José Ignacio. Argentine entrepreneur Eduardo Cantón also invested inland to open his Viñas del Este complex, planting tannat vines on four hundred fifty acres of rolling grassland three miles behind La Barra, before dividing the land into twelve micro-vineyards and selling each individually. The first buyers, drawn by the chance to produce vanity-label wines, have already erected a scattering of summer homes near a restaurant/bar/delicatessen, open to the public, that serves as a clubhouse. Brazil's Rogério Fasano, owner of design-minded hotels and restaurants in São Paulo and Rio de Janeiro, was attracted by a similar mix of tourism and real estate. In 2008, he bought twelve hundred acres of rocky outcrops, lakes, and forest behind La Barra to build Las Piedras, a development including the just-opened Hotel Fasano, a spa, and serviced villas.

It wouldn't be hard to follow Mallmann's lead in escaping from the razzle-dazzle of modern life by falling in love with inland Uruguay's pastures and dells. I have already devoted much free time to exploring the dirt back roads of the prairie-like pampas and the undulating ridges of the rioplatense interior, finding endless novelty in its wildlife, landscape, and culture that faster-moving travelers might miss. And in Maldonado, where the gaucho's grassy habitat extends to the dune-backed shore itself, the two landscapes appear to merge in a single, pastoral whole. It is Uruguay's low-frequency rhythm and its people's endearing informality that linger in memory, the agreeable qualities of a country which demands only that we come with a contemplative spirit and a desire for desenchufar.

by Colin Barraclough | Published January 2011

Uruguay: The only Civilized Latin Americans

Why, among all the South American teams, have you heard so little talk about Uruguay this summer? I’ll tell you why: Because they’re civilized. Uruguay is the first democracy of Latin America, the first country where women voted. Whenever they have a national conflict, they solve it by referendum. Even the flyers announcing illegal prostitution clubs have a polite note below: “Please do not throw this paper in the street. Use a trash can.”

But the problem with this attitude is that Uruguay, as a nation, lacks drama. And without drama there can be no euphoria. This organized, clean, and middle-class society encounters life with an extraordinarily peaceful spirit. If you’re a foreigner needing to work in Uruguay these days, they will calmly tell you not to call or visit any public institution during the soccer matches. And even though they had one day of national strike, neither the strike nor the World Cup created the sort of mass street demonstrations it would anywhere else in Latin America or even Spain. It’s all just part of life here, taken for granted like coffee or toilets.

Maybe this mellow-like syndrome is the consequence of being forced to live between Brazil and Argentina, the two giant, hysterical monsters of South America. Or maybe it’s the result of not having reached the second stage of any World Cup in twenty years. Or a little of both—having to live between Brazil and Argentina during the past twenty years, they’ve failed to advance.

You can feel the spirit of Uruguay in its star, Diego Forlan. Think about it: Messi plays for Barcelona; Kaka plays for Real Madrid. Forlan, on the other hand, plays for Atletico Madrid, the most important loser team in the world’s best soccer league. But with Forlan, even Atletico won a cup last spring, and an international one at that.

That is the Uruguayan style, that is how they beat Brazil in the heroic final match of the 1950 World Cup, and in the glorious Americas Cup during the 1990s. Everybody knows Uruguay is only so-so, but they fight, they run 20 km in each match, if necessary. They sweat like boxers and never give up. And sometimes it works.

So, during this last month, I’ve watched as Uruguayans in the streets of Montevideo have tried not to show too much emotion. They’re afraid of disappointment. When they needed just a tie against Mexico to qualify for the next round, they said: “That is good. We are specialists in ties.”

But deep down, you can sense that they want to go crazy now. With each match that they win, Uruguayans in bars and streets are acting more like believers. The indifference of the first days is being replaced by a trembling of the legs, a little sweating over the eyebrows. Hearts are beating faster. Sometimes you can even hear a shout ring out. If Uruguay gets into the finals, it will be their best performance since 1950. But, still, they’re trying not to show off.

Santiago Roncagliolo, the author of Red April (Pantheon), is a Peruvian novelist who has spent the past month in Montevideo, Uruguay.

Foreign buyers eye Uruguayan land

Foreigners are buying up Uruguayan land at a fast pace.

Between 2000 and 2006, overseas buyers snapped up a quarter of Uruguayan territory, according to the latest figures from the Ministry of Agriculture.

And real estate analysts believe there is no end in sight to this trend.

"Foreigners, especially Argentines and Europeans, are showing a strong interest in Uruguay," said Lucia Canepa, a real estate operator.

So why is this South American country, sandwiched between Argentina, Brazil and the Atlantic Ocean, so attractive to foreign investors?

"Uruguay is a small area in the broader region where buyers find better prices and political and economic stability," said Eduardo Caldeyro from Caldeyro-Stajano, a land sales broker.

"Curiously enough, for the first time we are receiving enquiries from Americans; within South America we get calls from Argentines, Brazilians and a few Colombians. From Europe, it is mostly Spanish real estate investors, who are facing a sharp slowdown there."

Sovereignty

The government, which is actively encouraging foreign investment, is nonetheless worried.
Ernesto Agazzi, the agriculture minister, wants parliament to consider a ban on land sales along the borders with Argentina and Brazil to non-resident foreigners.

"This is to preserve our sovereignty, to avoid smugglers holding land on both sides of the border (…) and to prevent foot-and-mouth disease from entering the country".
"We all know that Brazilian farmers have lands on both sides, and nobody controls movement on that border," Mr Agazzi told Uruguayan media.
Uruguay uses vaccines to stay free from foot-and-mouth free but struggles to maintain this status every time there is an outbreak in the region.
During the last episode, in Brazil in 2005, Uruguayan cattle escaped infection, thus ensuring beef remained Uruguay's top export.
Other politicians believe there is another reason to regulate land sales.
"The land belongs to our grandchildren. We depend on it for our future food supply," said Jorge Saravia, senator and member of the left-wing Broad Front, the governing party. He believes the country needs to limit land sales in order "to avoid losing our sovereignty".
The agribusiness community sees matters differently. "Our country needs foreign investment. It would be silly to limit it based on ridiculous nationalism," said Eduardo Preve, an agribusiness consultant.

Argentine crisis

Uruguay, whose main exports include beef and grains, has benefited from the rise in commodity prices.
The dispute between the government and farmers in neighbouring Argentina, which dragged on for more than 100 days, has brought gains to Uruguay.
"We are filling gaps in international markets where Argentina failed to deliver", says Octacilio Echenagusia, president of the Rural Federation, the largest farmers' organisation.
"I would hate to think that if they lose we gain, but this is what has happened with beef exports: Uruguay is selling more beef, filling in for Argentina.
" Last March, Argentine President Cristina Fernandez de Kirchner raised taxes on food exports, triggering nationwide strikes and roadblocks.
The Argentine Congress must now debate the contentious export tax increases, but some farmers have warned that they will resume the roadblocks should Congress ratify the tax rises.
For some Argentine agricultural producers, shifting at least a portion of their production to Uruguay seems a sensible way of increasing profits and avoiding export taxes.
"We are receiving more and more inquiries from Argentine investors and producers who want to buy land, in search of risk diversification and fiscal certainty," says Ms Canepa.
Lower taxes are not the only reason - agricultural land sells for an average of $2,000 (£1,000) per hectare in Uruguay compared with up to $10,000 in Argentina.

Boom time

An increasingly popular alternative to buying land is to lease it.
Argentine group Ceres Tolbas has been producing wheat, soy, maize, barley and sorghum in Uruguay for two years.
"Most big Argentine companies are already producing here, financed by European and American funds," says Ceres Toblas's local representative, Santiago Bono. His firm leases land and develops partnerships with local landowners, providing agricultural supplies, training and professional management.
"It is quite difficult for us because landowners are not deeply involved in the agricultural business. They are not up to date with the latest technologies. We start by renting their land and once we get to know them better we can develop businesses together."
For all the disagreement on limiting land sales, there is one thing everyone involved can agree on.
"We are experiencing an agricultural boom," says Mr Echenagusia, "and it looks like it is going to continue this way."

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An expat account of ... Life in Uruguay

I love Latin America. After graduating from college, I sailed from Texas to Guatemala, and basically never came home. I am 39, and I have been in this part of the world for 14 years now, which means I have spent more than a third of my life here. I have lived in Ecuador, Brazil, Mexico, Nicaragua, and now Uruguay. I have traveled to almost every country in the region, and I know Latin America better than any gringo I’ve met. Probably because I am married to a Colombian, and I have been on the frontlines fighting it out as an entrepreneur every since I arrived.
Why do I love Latin America? In Ecuador it is the dramatic landscapes; 20,000-foot peaks. In Brazil it is the energy—it’s hard to imagine a place where people have more fun. In Mexico it is the food. In Nicaragua it’s Flor de Cana, the local rum.
In the early years I think my fascination with Latin America was the fact that it is not all served up in a neat little package. It is a little dirty…rough around the edges…real. That gritty reality makes you feel alive. But it also has a shady side that can sometimes be difficult for gringos cope with, myself included.
Probably the most frustrating thing about daily life in Latin America is that Latinos—who in general find it hard to admit in public they are wrong—will lie to save face, often in situations we gringos would find absurd or trivial…where it makes no sense to lie. It’s their way of smoothing things over any time someone does not meet a commitment.
Another annoyance is the culture of bribery that remains alive and well in Latin America—it’s an art that must be learned to survive. With cops it is protocol. The key is to be polite, use phases like jefecito (meaning affectionately the boss man), and always negotiate. The good news is that normal traffic violations are cheap, and generally, cops will accept a fraction of what they ask for, depending on the offense.
My personal stories of the hard lessons would be comical if they had not happened to me. In honesty, I can already laugh about most of them, but at the time they were not easy at all. I had my car stolen, the taxi driver overcharged me, I was pick pocketed on a bus, and I had my first business swindled out from under me.
After a decade or so of living in Latin America, I was beginning to wonder if it was time to pack my bags and return to Texas.

And then I found Uruguay!

Uruguay is the kind of place that is impossible not to like. From the moment of arrival you notice a huge difference. The lack of security and armed guards…the cleanliness of everything…the modern infrastructure.
A few days into your trip, you gets a sense that the Uruguayans are living in a different time, a simpler time…it feel like how I imagine it was like in the 50s in the U.S. Families playing in the park. No beggars on the streets. The worlds last utopia.
Uruguay is a middle class country, so poverty is not a big part of the equation. I don’t know why or how it happened, but the wealth of the country is spread fairly evenly throughout the population. There is no feeling of desperation that a division of wealth creates.
Honor is alive and well. If a Uruguayan says something, you can count it. They can even be a little too strait-laced. I have been scolded on more than one occasion for not following the rules.
I must admit, I have bribed traffic cops in Uruguay. Like everywhere else, cops are not paid well. But I think in offering the bribe, Icorrupted them. My Uruguayan friends tell me they would never bribe a police officer, and wouldn’t know how.
Uruguayans complain things have changed. Ten years ago they slept with the doors unlocked. That may be true, but I dare say it has been 50 years since Americans slept with the doors open. The only crime I know about in Uruguay is the occasional pick pocketing in the tourist section of Montevideo (Ciudad Vieja). Theft is practically unheard of in the rest of the country.
So thanks to Uruguay, I still love Latin America, even the rougher parts, if only for a visit.
Tip: The hard part of bribing government officials and politicians is knowing when and who to bribe. Generally, when everything is done by the book, but for some reason the permit keeps getting held up, a bribe may be necessary. And it’s likely everyone from the clerk to the President will want something, so aim high. You will get things done much quicker that way.

http://www.olauruguay.com/2009/02/26/an-expat-account-of-life-in-uruguay