This brought me back to the beach, from where I could see the towers of PDE, 20 miles to the east of me. I had left my hotel at 9:30 this morning; at 12:30, three hours later, I had ridden less than 24 miles. At this point, I figured that I would not get into Montevideo until after dark, so I decided to stop in Piriapolis. I rode the few more miles into town, slowly, and found myself a decent hotel at about 1:30 this afternoon. Since the sun was shining and it was warm, I got my bathing suit out of the pack, took a book and some money, and went to the beach, which is now on the River Plate, not the ocean, and rented a chair and an umbrella, where I stayed, alternately reading and going in the water, until 6:30 or so.
The bike ride itself was uneventful, if slow. One happy discovery was I found a place selling Gatorade.
I am now 50 miles or so out of Montevideo, so, one way or another, tomorrow I will ride on in. I am hoping to take my bike to the Trek Store there for an overhaul, which, it occurs to me, would probably be a LOT cheaper than getting it done in San Diego in January.