We jumped aboard a 1970's coach for the first leg of our short trip back to Punta. Arriving in Rocha, small town with no real purpose, we were dismayed to discover that the next bus for Punta del Este did not leave for another six hours. We set up camp in a cafe and spent the afternoon eating, drinking and trying to decipher cryptic Spanish messages delivered by a slightly drunk and very gregarious old Uruguano (something about football and smoking?).
Back in Punta, we spent a couple of relaxing days sheltering from the weather and playing poker (Angie got 4 aces in one hand!- Unfortunately, money was not at stake).
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