The very clever plan was to tell the Uruguayans how much I love their country, then go up the coast 60 miles and exit back to Argentina. But in Paysandu, I encountered the only Argentine border official who reads english and could tell that the document I presented her as proof of insurance is my registration, and the other one knew enough about motorcycles to know that a Moto Guzzi is not an MuZ, and the card I gave them next is for the wrong motorcycle.
So I'm in a cybercafe in Mercedes, printing up a new insurance card for the MuZ. I will cross back over where I had all the problems, but did not get asked for proof of insurance.
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