It is an odd position to be in, to be a nomad but to find oneself restrained from movement by the days of the week. We awoke Sunday morning still only 90 minutes from the vet with the plan to arrive 24 hours later to start the paperwork dance Monday morning.
Nature lent a hand by dropping rain on the campground which forced Layne and Rusty to stay abed, a symphony of snoring while I looked out of the back window and read, for a second time, a Tony Hillerman novel set on the Navajo reservation, and why that appeals right now I couldn’t say; perhaps because it doesn’t rain much there and it’s raining a fair bit here. It’s an easy read and I do miss the desert southwest some days.
The campground is free and it has trash cans and power outlets (our batteries are full now) and rather dubious toilets.
However they do flush so we can empty our cassette into them which is helpful. I haven’t seen one of these in a long while:
One more reason to be happy we have our own toilet onboard. I haven’t seen to admit this campground is a mystery, I’m sure in summer it’s a delight with a beach on the lakefront and splendid views.
It’s a tourist area and maybe a free campground is a loss leader for the town. It sure is handy for us.
And so in the early afternoon we made our way to the outskirts of Paysandú where a gas station offers a place to spend the night just a few minutes from the vet. Slow travel indeed.
Two Uruguayan vans showed up and we met them at the loo while they were showering and I was emptying our toilet- life in the road. He said the water was hot which is just as well as it was still cold and damp. I expressed surprise they offered us free services and they had no explanation for the largesse. I said it’s sure not like North America and we had a laugh. Uruguay can be surprising.
What a strange place with a man living in a tent with a bicycle and two dogs who came by and said hello explaining he lived five years in New York City and Fort Myers Beach of all places. I had no idea what to say.
So we got on the road and immediately crossed a rather impressive dam. Check it out: 
Yesterday was as you can see a gray day, not my favorite.
The road to Paysandú was nothing surprising.Uruguay is not a surprising country. 
I couldn’t tell you the name of this village, one like so many others about 40 miles from Paysandú.
And then we arrived at the gas station where we planned to spend Sunday night.
We asked the lady in the convenience store if was okay to stay the night (“dejar la noche”) and she said no problem. Then she added we should move round the back by the black car.
It’ll be quieter there she said . I bought a beer Layne got a vodka lemon in a can and caused to watch Spain pulling a draw against Messi and Argentina. 
This puts us ten minutes from the vet who will prepare Rusty’s exit papers for Argentina. He’s worth it.
