The view from the airplane says it all: small parcels of land, plenty of green, small villages and red earthen tracks.
Just before a plane brings Geo and me back to Germany, we are testing the accuracy of the weather forecast. We sample how tranquilidad is needed on the bone dry earth roads, where the end of my cycling trip has become a fact.
Far away from the chatter, byplay and responsibility on a multi hectare farm, we end up deeper into the Chaco. Again, it’s about learning the hardships of this part of the world, and the differences between cycling and motorbiking….
Self-made obligations brings us back, over desolate sandy roads, through mud baths, to the farm, only to meet with consciousness clashing.
We leave the lushness of the cordillera behind, zipping through Brazil, meeting unreal real-estate agents on a motorbike and meeting with more Paraguayans in an unchanged rural setting.
A German colony in a lofty part of Paraguay makes for a remarkable comfy concoction.
I commit disloyalty towards a woman. Running a hotel with only two people. Being robbed from privacy. Making friends. Hardly alone time. It can be hard, being a Work Away person!
Travellers are not neccesarily nor immediately the easiest people to be around with, not in the least myself… Meet Bärbel and Geo.
A little story about indigenous Indians, Jesus Christ and the laboring of a cow.
Staying with young backpackers, trying to fulfill my tasks while keeping my much needed alone-time doesn’t turn out to be easy. I am prone to cycle off!