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Encarnación to Villarrica: The Hell Bus and Being Hookers. March 25. We were up at 7:30am to catch a bus to Villarrica. It was a seven hour ride on the oldest roughest bus in all of Paraguay. We were off the asphalt for most of the journey, driving down a red dirt road of washouts, dust, semi trucks hauling cattle liners, ruts, buses and people standing on the side of the road everywhere to flag down the bus. It was...
March 21 A MONSTER of a day. Irmante and I decided to head to the Argentinean side of Iguazu Falls. We took two new friends with us who, one of which we stole form the hostels expensive ‘tour package’ and we made our own adventure to figure out how to get to Argentina to see the waterfalls from there. The hostel agreed to store our luggage, and the four of us adventured off, with some semi-informed instructions of an Israeli...
March 20 On a 23:20 hour bus trip, I bet that I slept for 18 of those hours. It was 10:30am when I woke up and there were only two hours left to get to Iguazu Falls/Foz do Iguaçu. After arrival we collect-called the Klein Hostel that we had pre-booked to come and pick us up. They were there in about 5 minutes. Awesome. We dropped our things off at our hostel and semi cleaned up enough to head out, and...
Rio de Janeiro to Iguazu Falls: Bus Ride. March 19. Irmante and I were up early to get ready to get a move on from Rio de Janeiro to Iguazu Falls. We said goodbye to Csilla and Cash and headed into the great unknown. We found out where the bus was to pick us up and waited at the stop. To flag a bus in Rio de Janeiro, we have learned that sometimes you have to step out into the...
Rio de Janeiro: Stalking a Crippled Masturbator. March 17. Our friend Csilla from Hungary is an English teacher here in Rio de Janeiro. When she used to live in an apartment in downtown Rio, the doorman of her complex thought she was a prostitute. An eastern European woman who had plenty of male visitors in business suits, who would stay for an hour and then leave again… St Patricks Day No Way. I just do not feel like drinking right...
Rio de Janeiro Forest: After Ayahuasca. March 16. I woke up in my tent at noon. It was hot. Sweaty hot. I packed up my tent and went to find the others. It was the next day after ayahuasca and everyone was hanging out on the rock. I felt like an outsider because all I wanted to do was go home. So, I went to the church where the guitar remained from last night and I played it for a bit...
Rio de Janeiro Before Ayahuasca. March 14. It was hot and the mosquitoes who used to bite Csilla at night, have found me at the half way point to her room and, being lazy mosquitoes that they are, dine on me instead so Csilla no longer has bites in the morning. You are welcome! They were relentless to me last night and I could not sleep until 4am and I had to have a shower to make myself tired enough...
Rio de Janeiro – Cristo Redentor, March 13 Up at the crack of 10am, Irmante and I made it to the newly located Paraguayan consulate. The Paraguayans have not all gone home after all! We made friends with Emilio, who issues visas there and speaks excellent English. I had to fill out two pages of information for my Canadian nee-Russian passport to be issued a visa. The paper asked me ‘hair color,’ ‘eye color’ and a ton of other questions....
Paraguay Consulate is Where in Rio de Janeiro? March 12. Vacation means, “We have to get up early tomorrow to head to the Paraguay consulate,” and that means getting up at the crack of 10:00am dawn. And that is awesome! Life is good, even if I am still fired up of the hassle of this Canadian passport and the visa situation of this continent. We headed for the Paraguay consulate so that I could sort out a $137 internet informed...
Rio de Janeiro on a Canadian Passport. 11 March So, I am in Rio de Janeiro on a Canadian Passport. Having a Canadian passport in South America is terrible. I am travelling with my friend from Lithuania, which is in Eastern Europe, and she can show up at any country in South America and she is stamped on arrival and allowed into the country. Not Canadians, the USA, Australia, or New Zealand. It is a nightmare. I have to find...
Rio de Janeiro Hangover Post-Carnaval Monday New Year. March 10. A loungy day. Necessary. So exhausted. Slept until 9am. Showered. Slept again until noon. My body needs rest. It is the Rio de Janeiro hangover after carnaval concludes… The house got moving around 13:00 and we had breakfast. Every morning for breakfast everyone has to dig ants out of their coffees. Ants love stored sugar. I cooked breakfast for the household. I made an omelette. I thought I knew what I...
Rio Carnaval Party Time: Rio de Janeiro. March 3. The Rio Carnaval Party is totally insane. Today I had to rally the troops of my group as they were not motivated to party. There were some that wanted to go to the beach, but I wanted to go to the Sergeant Pepper bloco party, that was a samba band that played only Beatles cover songs. I put on a bit of pressure and nine of us went to Parque do...
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