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.
Self-made obligations brings us back, over desolate sandy roads, through mud baths, to the farm, only to meet with consciousness clashing.
A German colony in a lofty part of Paraguay makes for a remarkable comfy concoction.
Travellers are not neccesarily nor immediately the easiest people to be around with, not in the least myself… Meet Bärbel and Geo.
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!
I need time off the bicycle, to reset my mind, to find out what I want. Will work in exchange for full-board give me insights? Being cornered in Paraguay, summer in full swing, what is it I will do next? Time to find out.
Lomo Plata hosts many indigena in search for work. They just hang around at factories, dressed in poor, dirty clothes, arriving in truck loads. I am surprised when I see […]