Karl and Kara in South America

Kara says: i have a sneaking suspicion that this blog entry is particularly disorganised and i would like to apologise in advance. Also I tried to be fancy and add a couple of videos so no guarantees how that's worked out. Iguazu. It's all about falling water. Iguazu falls are the biggest waterfalls in the world, i think by volume of water (?), and i saw somewhere there's over two hundred separate falls. It's on the border of Argentina and Brasil and is a u-shaped waterfall and then a string of waterfalls stretching down-river a bit. It's very cool. Kara says: We saw them from all angles and took photos from most. From above where the river looks perfectly pleasant for an afternoon boat-ride until it opens up and sucks you into a white foaming hole. From above watching the river just disappear over the edge. From below enjoying a power-shower (see little soggy me on the walkway). From a boat up close to the base of the falls. I think i know now what it

Kara says: Encarnacion. In the south of Paraguay, near the Argentine border. We figure there's not much in Paraguay 'cause the three cities we went to were all on the border with Argentina or Brasil, though in different corners of the country. Actually the countryside we passed through was very pleasant - rural, based on agriculture, small towns and villages, lots of businesses selling tractors, harvestors etc. Not unlike home. Green, with cows and sheep, and a grey sky and pretty chilly. And very pleasant, polite & friendly people. And very clean, despite a muddy climate and being the third poorest country in South America after Bolivia (and somewhere else) but doesn't feel it. And civilised. The fact that we have no photos whatsoever of Encarnacion probably reflects a little harshly on its entertainment value. It's pleasant, nice plaza, some restaurants, lots of street markets (like a giant Moore St) but the old part of town is being drowned by the resevoir so the

Kara says: Girly blog's back, watch out, may contain feelings, emotions, wants, desires, longings, regrets. Right. Asuncion. A quick flight from Montevideo on their version of Ryanair where we had to buy lunch. However their lunch special came with a half (love* uruguayos!) bottle of wine so we were in a pretty good mood* when we touched down. In such a good mood that I was only half-perturbed* that the plaza in front of our hotel is home (at least temporarily) to a lot of Asuncion's homeless, camping under black plastic tied to the trees and cooking over fires. See photo. I don't know if it's a recent occurrence after some local disaster or if it's a long-term thing. They managed to keep themselves and their kids remarkably clean and tidy for the conditions but it must be so cold in those tents at night, there are three portaloos and a couple of taps, not sure where they get firewood, or food for that matter. Anyway. The city feels much smaller than a capital of on

Karl says: Warning. Man blog. Emotion free zone. Just pictures and facts. Maybe even bullet points. Photo of Pocitos beach where we've spend countless hours walking off steaks, roasts and other fine feeds. We never held hands or anything girlie like that though. Photo of sunset over the city from Punta Carretas, where we spend countless hours sitting thinking about doing something. Picture of Kara at the counter of one of the parillas in the Mercado. This place is fantastic. First you have to confront an almost overwhelming choice of parillas all under the one roof, all the while being attacked by hosts plying free wine in an attempt to break you (oh the horror). Then you find yourself a counter, tackle a menu speckled with intestines and other oddities, order every sausage on the menu, 'cos how can you not?, a steak the size of your head and a couple of microbrewed beers. Terrible. A lighthouse. Because lighthouses are manly. Actually, I think the area around the lighthouse ma