Asuncion, Paraguay.
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 one million, seems more like Galway-sized, and quiet, and with not too much to do but wander around. So we did. Went to the the president's house, see photo of me outside. Saw his neighbours - see photo of shanty-town houses. Went to see where the presidents get to live after they die - photo of guards ourside mausoleum. The town has some nice colonial architecture in various states of disrepair. And there's a merc on every corner. Literally. Every single time you game to a corner, while you waited to cross the street you were absolutely guaranteed that a merc would pass. Has to have the highest merc to black plastic tent ratio in the world.
My personal highlight was dinner in a slightly fancy restaurant with the best (seriously, absolute best, no contest) ravioli in roquefort sauce in the world ever. Absolute perfection.
Karl's highlight - yet another, high quality, maggot-making, camiseta - see photo of proud* Karl in Paraguayan colours.
*feeling
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 one million, seems more like Galway-sized, and quiet, and with not too much to do but wander around. So we did. Went to the the president's house, see photo of me outside. Saw his neighbours - see photo of shanty-town houses. Went to see where the presidents get to live after they die - photo of guards ourside mausoleum. The town has some nice colonial architecture in various states of disrepair. And there's a merc on every corner. Literally. Every single time you game to a corner, while you waited to cross the street you were absolutely guaranteed that a merc would pass. Has to have the highest merc to black plastic tent ratio in the world.
My personal highlight was dinner in a slightly fancy restaurant with the best (seriously, absolute best, no contest) ravioli in roquefort sauce in the world ever. Absolute perfection.
Karl's highlight - yet another, high quality, maggot-making, camiseta - see photo of proud* Karl in Paraguayan colours.
*feeling
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