Thus, we are left with odd divisions of land, random splits which arbitralily divide one nation from another. This becomes even more interesting when the people on one side of the imaginary border speak a different language than the other.
To cross the border between Uruguay and Brazil is an interestingly simple prospect. Officially you have to go through a customs/immigration checkpoint. Non-officially, it involves crossing the street. It isn't often that you'll find the full side of a main street to be predominantly Brazilian while on the other side, of Uruguayan makeup. Here's a photo of such an instance. In Chuí(referred to as Chuy in Uruguay), shops are Brazilian on the left and Uruguayan on the right.
You'll have to turn your head. It takes way too long to upload pics.
We have made our way through half of the massive landmass known as Brazil. It is all Español from here on out.
Last pics from Brazil
Guard dog
Lake swimming with snakes
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