Landing in Asunción I was greeted with
torrential rain but I obstinately dodged the cabs and got a bus into
the city. Eventually tracking down a hostel and found it to be
deserted, apart from the Swedish guy working there, a German couple
about to leave and an American guy. After a brief wander around the
neighbourhood, beers were procured and we spent the night chewing the
fat. The Swedish guy was a particularly odd character. His stories of
heartbreak at the hands of an Argentinian girl and his ongoing
attempts to buy a car in Paraguay were funny in all the wrong ways
and I couldn't keep a straight face or the cynicism out of my voice
when I spoke to him. Luckily he didn't seemed offended.
The next day I spent exploring Asunción and apart from an unexpected number of good looking ladies and a warning from a policeman about straying into areas that were “Peligroso, peligroso” (yawn) there was little memorable about the city. The buildings were pretty enough and the people friendly but there was nothing outstanding or notably “Paraguayan” that I could put my finger on. Again I will make no generalisations from my brief stay.
The aforementioned fiancé of the hostel owner
was quite an interesting person – she was my age, already had a
baby and a pretty nice car to boot. So perhaps she'd notched up a few
more rungs on life's ladder but she definitely didn't seem happier
for it. Hmm.
The next day I waved goodbye to what had
definitely been one of my more bizarre hostel experiences and grabbed a
bus to Ciudad del Este and then a taxi across the border into the
town of Foz de Iguazu in Brazil!
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