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A main street in Asuncion with beautiful flowering trees. We had to remind ourselves that down here April is not spring, though these trees certainly looked spring-like.

A main street in Asuncion with beautiful flowering trees. We had to remind ourselves that down here April is not spring, though these trees certainly looked spring-like.

From Santa Cruz de la Sierra we caught a flight down to Asuncion, the capital of Paraguay. We had little idea of what to expect, as there is limited information available about tourism there; to our surprise a couple months ago when we started to plan this segment of our trip there is no Lonely Planet Paraguay. To our surprise and delight, we loved the city. After one day we decided to extend our short two-night stop to a third night, and after three days we decided to make it four. That’s always a good sign.

First the basics. Asuncion is a city of a little over half a million people, part of a metropolitan area of perhaps two million people, on the banks of the Paraguay River. It is the political, economic, and cultural center of the country and the landlocked country’s primary port. There are a few things that stand out about Asuncion.

A mile or two from our hotel was a huge and sometimes beautiful botanical garden. Lots of people walking, running, playing soccer, and just enjoying the big open spaces. I loved it.

A mile or two from our hotel was a huge and sometimes beautiful botanical garden. Lots of people walking, running, playing soccer, and just enjoying the big open spaces. I loved it.

Asuncion had some cool architecture and buildings with lots of atmosphere

Asuncion had some cool architecture and buildings with lots of atmosphere

Another cool and colorful building

Another cool and colorful building

The people. We certainly noticed in Santa Cruz how different the people were compared to those in the Bolivian and Peruvian highlands, but in Asuncion the difference was just astounding. People were taller, fairer, and obviously wealthier. Unlike other South American countries the indigenous people – the Guaraní, who inhabited the area for at least a thousand years before the Spanish conquest – maintain an important cultural and linguistic presence. In the Paraguayan census most people identify as mestizo (mixed Spanish and indigenous heritage) while Guaraní is, along with Spanish, an official language of Paraguay. Even the currency here is called the Guaraní.

Also noteworthy about the people and language is that even when they’re speaking Spanish we find it almost impossible to understand them. Mark, of course, has been studying Spanish off and on for a few years now, and he’s picked up quite a bit during our three-plus months in Latin America, and I can understand a fair amount even if I can’t really speak Spanish. But to me when the Paraguayans speak it sounds as though they have mouths full of marbles; it’s almost completely unintelligible. It’s almost as though we’re back in China!

OK, what else about Asuncion? It’s hot here. Really hot. As in over 90 degrees by 10:00 AM and staying there until 6:00 PM or later. Mid-April here is well into fall, but damn it was hot. Maybe it was just a hot streak, since the climate chart in Wikipedia says that the average April high in Asuncion is 83 degrees and the record high is 97.5. That seems strange to us, since the daytime temperatures were often up around 95 degrees. So whether that’s global warming or just unusual – or it’s always possible Wikipedia is wrong – it was hot while we were there.

Mostly we just walked around a lot. Paraguay has a long history of dictatorships, though they seem to have settled into something representing a democratic state since the mid-1990s. One thing dictators are good at, though, is promoting public safety (for those who don’t object to the dictatorship, at least). Maybe that’s why the city just felt so safe to walk around in, unlike some big South American cities we’ve been in. So we took advantage of it, walking to restaurants and parks and really just all over.

So there you have it. Asuncion is a lovely, lively city (except on Sundays, when everything closes), with good restaurants, nice shopping, and some nice parks. More people should discover it!

One lunch we had at a pretty fancy Italian place. Besides these glasses of grappa two things were memorable. One, the food was surprisingly bad. Two, in a private room next to the dining room - but with windows so you could see a little bit of what was going on - some guy was giving a lecture to what looked like a lot of beautiful women. Every so often another woman would walk in or out and they were all the same - relatively tall and thin; long, straight hair; insane spiked heels; tight-fitting clothes; and beautiful. As it was breaking up we asked our waiter what the story was and we learned it was a modeling agency, soliciting talent. Crazy how they all had the same look.

One lunch we had at a pretty fancy Italian place. Besides these glasses of grappa two things were memorable. One, the food was surprisingly bad. Two, in a private room next to the dining room – but with windows so you could see a little bit of what was going on – some guy was giving a lecture to what looked like a lot of beautiful women. Every so often another woman would walk in or out and they were all the same – relatively tall and thin; long, straight hair; insane spiked heels; tight-fitting clothes; and beautiful. As it was breaking up we asked our waiter what the story was and we learned it was a modeling agency, soliciting talent. Crazy how they all had the same look.

Then there was lunch at La Taverna Espanola. A nice enough Spanish tapas place with an amusing, funky, older decor. And then this trio walks in - an ordinary guy, a little choir boy, and her. A beautiful plus-sized woman wearing tight clothes, four-inch pink spiked heels with rhinestones (!), huge false eyelashes, and more makeup than you've ever seen in your life. As though she saw Tammy Faye Baker one day and said "I can do better than that." It was like a train wreck you just couldn't take your eyes off of.

Then there was lunch at La Taverna Espanola. A nice enough Spanish tapas place with an amusing, funky, older decor. And then this trio walks in – an ordinary guy, a little choir boy, and her. A beautiful plus-sized woman wearing tight clothes, four-inch pink spiked heels with rhinestones (!), huge false eyelashes, and more makeup than you’ve ever seen in your life. As though she saw Tammy Faye Baker one day and said “I can do better than that.” It was like a train wreck you just couldn’t take your eyes off of.

And now back to more prosaic topics. This is the Palacio de los López, the Paraguayan presidential palace.

And now back to more prosaic topics. This is the Palacio de los López, the Paraguayan presidential palace.

The city beach on the Paraguay River

The city beach on the Paraguay River

We were there on a Sunday when EVERYTHING was closed. Fortunately, everything except that tapas restaurant, that is.

We were there on a Sunday when EVERYTHING was closed. Fortunately, everything except that tapas restaurant, that is.

And a picture of me with the grappa, included here because I realized otherwise there wasn't a single picture of either of us in Asuncion.

And a picture of me with the grappa, included here because I realized otherwise there wasn’t a single picture of either of us in Asuncion.

Santa Cruz's cathedral seen through the leafy main square, just half a block from our hotel

Santa Cruz’s cathedral seen through the leafy main square, just half a block from our hotel

It was like we’d entered a new world. After weeks high in the Andes – from Arequipa, Peru, in late February, we’d spent six weeks in the highlands – we flew to Santa Cruz de la Sierra. Surprisingly, it’s Bolivia’s biggest city – who knew? – and is the country’s economic powerhouse. No more of these native women in their funny bowler hats and traditional dresses here. This is a cosmopolitan city with restaurants and bars and foreigners and, oddly, a lot of Mennonites. Mormon missionaries, too. Quite a mixture.

And the climate. Suddenly we’re no longer chillin’ in the Andes; now at just a couple hundred feet above sea level it’s tropical heat. Even rain: on our first night we got a huge rainstorm, the first one we’ve seen in many months. Santa Cruz just couldn’t be more different from the rest of Bolivia.

A huge rainstorm hit while we were having dinner on the second floor of a building overlooking the square. This is certainly a tropical climate; we haven't seen rain like this in ages.

A huge rainstorm hit while we were having dinner on the second floor of a building overlooking the square. This is certainly a tropical climate; we haven’t seen rain like this in ages.

There’s not a heckuva lot to do here. The main square is a beautiful leafy area that practically begs you to slow down, have a seat, read a little. I spent hours culling and editing our pictures from the Salt Flats. There were some good restaurants, though we had one big disappointment. Lonely Planet talks up this great Indian restaurant in town and we’ve been in Bolivia long enough to get excited about something different. The TripAdvisor reviews were great, but a little confusing; it wasn’t clear just where this restaurant was. On a couple of occasions we walked wide swaths of the city looking for where Google Maps had the restaurant, where Lonely Planet had the restaurant, where TripAdvisor had the restaurant. Ultimately it was not to be. We found where it used to be, but now the space was just ruins. So no Indian food. Sad.

More important that the food that wasn't, of course, is the food that was. We found this great Asian-fusion restaurant that made a great "Sake-tini" (martini with sake instead of vermouth) once we explained that they needed to make it without sugar or syrup.

More important that the food that wasn’t, of course, is the food that was. We found this great Asian-fusion restaurant that made a great “Sake-tini” (martini with sake instead of vermouth) once we explained that they needed to make it without sugar or syrup.

The goal here is mostly just to say goodbye to Bolivia and make our way to Paraguay. Overall, we’ve done a pretty good job of covering southern Peru and western Bolivia, with a couple days in northern Chile thrown in. As you can see on the map here from Lima in the northwest corner we made nine stops in Peru, eight in Bolivia, and three in Chile, a pretty good adventure.

Our two-month journey through southern Peru, northern Chile, and western Bolivia. It's been a great run!

Our two-month journey through southern Peru, northern Chile, and western Bolivia. It’s been a great run!

From here there’s a good flight to Asuncion and then our goal is to work our way down towards Iguazu Falls where Brazil, Paraguay, and Argentina meet. After that, we’re likely headed into Uruguay on our way to Buenos Aires. The adventure continues!

During the daytime the square is heaving with life and excitement. At night, after a rain, it's mostly empty but still well-lit and safe.

During the daytime the square is heaving with life and excitement. At night, after a rain, it’s mostly empty but still well-lit and safe.

Mark and his new friend. While he was reading in the square one afternoon she and a friend wanted to practice their English. Now, that's often a scam to get you to buy something but in this case she really was just practicing English. Sometimes it's good to trust just a little.

Mark and his new friend. While he was reading in the square one afternoon she and a friend wanted to practice their English. Now, that’s often a scam to get you to buy something but in this case she really was just practicing English. Sometimes it’s good to trust just a little.

Our last day included a stop in what was almost a little ghost town in Chile. Only seven people still live there, but this little doggie sure found a friend!

Our last day included a stop in what was almost a little ghost town in Chile. Only seven people still live there, but this little doggie sure found a friend!

And finally it’s time to leave the Salt Flats and head back to civilization. First, though – because it’s a long way from there to anywhere – we had one more day to cross the border into Chile and spend one more night out in the middle of nowhere.

After four days there’s not a lot more to say about the sights. Llamas. More flamingoes. Mountains. Shipping containers for eating and sleeping. Smooth sailing while driving on the salt flats themselves but then plenty of bumpiness once we were back on gravel roads.

We saw a lot of llamas while traveling through Bolivia. Heck, we even learned how to tell the difference between an llama and an alpaca!

We saw a lot of llamas while traveling through Bolivia. Heck, we even learned how to tell the difference between an llama and an alpaca!

One interesting observation. When we crossed the border back into Chile our driver and crew changed. Bolivia doesn’t like Chilean workers coming over so when we were in Bolivia there was a Bolivian crew (driver, cook, helper) who traveled with us. When we got to the border we said goodbye to them and picked up the Chilean crew – driver and cook – for the last night. We were excited about the new cook, a guy in a real chef’s outfit, suggesting even better food. Alas, it was not to be. Notwithstanding the chef-looking clothes, we liked the ordinary Bolivian woman’s food better. There’s a lesson there somewhere.

One more shipping container to sleep in. (Though from the windows there you can tell this was the dining car; the sleepers had no real windows…)

One more shipping container to sleep in. (Though from the windows there you can tell this was the dining car; the sleepers had no real windows…)

Sunset at our campsite

Sunset at our campsite

Oh, and another strange observation. We’ve traveled back and forth across the Chilean-Bolivian border a few times now, from Bolivia to Chile to Bolivia to Chile and ultimately back to Bolivia. Now Chile is west of Bolivia and in a different time zone, so you’d expect to set your watch back an hour, right? I mean, if it’s 10 AM in Boston, it’s 9 AM in Chicago. For some strange reason though, going from Bolivia to Chile it works the other way. If it’s 10 AM in Bolivia, it’s 11 AM to the west in Chile. Very strange and very confusing.

So that was it. From the Salt Flats we drove across the border into Chile and spent one last night in a shipping container. Our guide Danilo had figured out that we definitely like to hike so he worked some pleasant hikes into our journey and then finally the last day we drove into Iquique, the strange beach town in northern Chile. I say strange just because, well, everything about it seems strange. Of course what we loved most after five days was having Internet access again. My God, how different life is when you can just look at the news or weather or Facebook whenever you want. Civilization again!

After just one night in Iquique we flew to Santa Cruz, Bolivia’s biggest city, before we head on to Paraguay. Our trip through the Salt Flats and all that hiking was fabulous, but it’s also good to be back to normal.

This was the tiny town we stopped in for a break. Danilo told us only seven people live here, five adults and two little girls whom we met.

This was the tiny town we stopped in for a break. Danilo told us only seven people live here, five adults and two little girls whom we met.

Notwithstanding the tiny population, the Chilean government had invested in this unusually attractive central square. It was genuinely nice, though it's hard to imagine the justification of the investment for seven people, when their houses are little more than shacks.

Notwithstanding the tiny population, the Chilean government had invested in this unusually attractive central square. It was genuinely nice, though it’s hard to imagine the justification of the investment for seven people, when their houses are little more than shacks.

More llamas on a hike

More llamas on a hike

We were still surrounded by beautiful snow-capped mountains

We were still surrounded by beautiful snow-capped mountains

One more shot of a gorgeous sunset

One more shot of a gorgeous sunset

And then finally, as we were flying out of Iquique back to Bolivia, we saw this sign while checking in for our flight. We've traveled a lot; I get that you're not supposed to have hatchets or grenades or dynamite on a plane. But what the hell is a guitar doing on this list???

And then finally, as we were flying out of Iquique back to Bolivia, we saw this sign while checking in for our flight. We’ve traveled a lot; I get that you’re not supposed to have hatchets or grenades or dynamite on a plane. But what the hell is a guitar doing on this list???