I have been going on a lot about how kind the weather has been, so it had to go wrong on us eventually. The weather Gods saved their little joke till the very end. We motored west into the mouth of he vast River Plate, and in a foggy dawn passed glitzy Punta Del Este. We were bound for Piriapolis ten miles further on which is a bit cheaper and well used to visiting yachts on passage. It also has Imperial Yachts where English speaking Laurence and Eliza offer a full boatyard service. Just as we were tidying up, thinking it was just about over, the wind came from ahead, strengthening, up to 28 knots for a time. What a bore. Even worse we the current, at over 2 knots, flowing out against us. It was all too much to expect the engine to drive into this, so we sailed and were rewarded with 5 knots through the water, yet on 0.5knots made good towards our destination. It was mid afternoon and the dream of steak and chips was fast fading. Then, as is often the case round here, it seems, the wind dropped and we motored into Piriapolis in a calm and moored bows to the quay with a stern line to buoys on each quarter. It was good to be there, and even better to discover that the Uruguayans have the Spanish habit of eating late. The steak and chips would be ours!