The view from the airplane says it all: small parcels of land, plenty of green, small villages and red earthen tracks.
It took me some time, though I noticed I viewed cycling as something I could do for the rest of my life, but it has now come to an abrupt halt.
A short update of my own with a drone video of someone I met on the road. This is how you never saw Paraguay.
Having cycled thousands of kilometers in dull environment I’d set my final destination to Filadelfia. Here I want to rest and work at a Mennonite farm. And this is what I do.
The only choice I have -and count on- for safe camping is the border check-post, 7 kilometer before the actual border crossing. Having arrived here after 110 kilometers cycling in […]
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 […]
I notice the first bleak, sullen looking German-alike faces when I reach the turn-off to Hochstadt, another 35 kilometer on hard mud combined with loose sand. Whereas the average Paraguayan […]
‘It’s a dangerous route, the road is narrow’, ‘there are wild animals’, ‘not so many people live there’, ‘it’s too hot’, ‘many mosquito’s’, ‘the distance between houses is big’, ‘it’s […]
‘Paraguay is weird,’ said the student I’d met in Ponta Pora. Good, weird suits me. I’d heard little to nothing about Paraguay and so it only became more attractive to […]