buck the fuss

I think I am allergic to Bolivia. Or something. Bolivia is like my gauntlet and every time we meet, Bolivia throws me into a fiery pit of spears and I must emerge with the goblin’s sword. Or something. Anyway, Bolivia challenges me. For the fickle mistress she is, I must love her so.
Sometime yesterday or [...]

Too little Paraguay

We find ourselves in Asunción for the second time this week after spending two nights camping in the Parque Nacional Ybicuí. The bus to Ybicuí was the slowest ever, covering the 120 kilometers in three hours, and as we crept out of the Asunción bus station, I started thinking I might not be up for [...]

let it burn, let it burn

A few weeks ago at a popular Buenos Aires eatery, the following conversation took place:
el jefe: So you guys are going to Paraguay, huh?
Clare (between bites of chorizo): mmm hmmm
el jefe: awesome! Paraguay is crazy!
Clare: Crazy? How so?
el jefe: Oh, you know it’s just nuts. You know?
Clare: Hm. No. What do you mean?
el jefe: They [...]