Left our Punta Del Diablo hostel, via the owner's van, in time for the mystical 10.30 bus to Chui. Mystical because no bus in that direction turned up until closer to 12. Still, we had a lovely time at Parada 2 trying to learn a bit of Portuguese. When the bus did arrive the driver kindly stopped for us at the immigration post about 2km before the town to get a Uruguay exit stamp - only one other person apparently needed this, so either everyone else was just sho...

Set off along the sandy pathways through the village's wooden cabanas, with a bit of bird spotting on the way, then to the top of the sand dunes for a great view of Playa Grande. Got stuck on one part sand that was unbearably hot, causing a moment of panic before scarpering back to where we had come from. Found a sheltered spot out of the wind to watch the waves crash against the rocks and the odd flying fish. Aside from a large number of seabirds and the odd do...

Horribly early 5.45 alarm, in order to make the 7.00 bus to Punta Del Diablo. Took 5 hours rather than the scheduled 4, stopping every couple of hundred metres in every town, village, hamlet, and uninhabited piece of land on the way. On arrival our promised pick up was nowhere to be seen so we trudged half way to the hostel getting increasingly warm as we got further from the sea and out the wind. Relieved to hear a toot-toot behind us when our lift arrived. Af...

After breakfast had settled, donned our running trainers and set off down Las Ramblas for Playa Ramirez where we got stuck in to our books in the pleasantly not too hot spring sunshine. Later jogged on to the much bigger Playa Pocitos for another session of reading and sun worship. Attempting to get the bus home, firstly got on one going the wrong way, despite the fact that it was going in the right direction when we got on - bit confusing! - and I would have t...

Perused a couple of handicraft markets before Rob got a contender for his worst ever haircut at the hands of a crazy barber who thought himself king of the barbers. Sat in Plaza Independencia for a while wondering firstly where Rob's sideburns had gone and secondly whether Amy's grandfather used to go to the government buildings. Inquired what was on at Teatro Solis but nothing of interest so just had a quick nosey around some minor rooms. Had another stab at ...