Guess where Piriápolis is. Wrong, suckas, it’s in Uruguay.
“Ha ha, look at this country!
U R Gay?! Ha ha!”
Considered the Nicky Hilton of the two major Uruguayan coastal resorts, Piriápolis still keeps it real with restaurants galore, seedy nightlife, and ridiculous beach activities, such as goat racing.
They also have fountains to bathe in, casinos to rip you off (stupid American!), and a vast number of peddlers waiting to take your wallet. Whatever you do, don’t order maté at any time. It is served hot and strong, and sipped through a metal straw called a bombilla. This is how the locals drug and take advantage of tourists. You’ll never make it home. Otherwise, enjoy!
Government tourism’s Piriápolis page
Some crazy page
About.com’s travel guide to Piriápolis
