Tuesday Pizza

The German contingent in the campground has thinned out with two overlanders leaving. They waved in friendly fashion when we walked by but there was no interest in conversing so I never got their stories.

Two German women showed up in a strange boxy machine that apparently runs on Iveco parts and are looking for Chris to replace some transmission seals. They chatted with us a bit so I hope we will get to hear more. Our first package has arrived and more are supposed to follow on soon, so that is some good news.

We went out for pizza us four English speakers  and we met some authentic Italian speakers, so I obliged my wife and admitted my ancestry to them. We talked Italian.  

The pizza was Ca pretty good too:

We had a pretty well lubricated evening too and the Argentine wine was pretty good also.

And then when Monica our Brazilian waitress asked if we needed another bottle who were we to say no? 

And after the pizza and wine they brought fresh glasses…

…and with those glasses we tackled limoncello, original and creamy.

I’m pleased to report the campground was quiet next morning but I wasn’t hung over. Robert had some story about genetic predispositions to hang overs but I’m not buying.

Layne made breakfast for lunch a robust egg in the hold using the bread baked by Astrid right here at Pequeña Baviera:

I’m a third of the way through Winds of War, the weather has turned cool and overcast so I’ve been drinking more tea and that in turn requires more walking to go pee.

Life drifts along here though Layne is anxious for our parts to arrive and get going and I don’t blame her but I’m trying to stay zen as this is South America.

Chris came by after picking up the first of our packages from the States. The parts aren’t anything we can install by themselves so we need a few more of the four boxes to show up. Meanwhile Chris is fixing a Ditch Land Cruiser and then Robert has a water leak in his kitchen and then we hope to get out of here by the weekend.

That would be nice to be on our way, possibly after one last pizza visit. It was that good. 

 

English Only Burgers

It must be clear we don’t have much going on at the moment but I try to remind myself lots of people take a two week vacation to drive to a campground and relax with a book which is roughly what we’re doing…so this enforced boring pause is our vacation. There. Solved.

I have to also point out Rusty is acting bored, getting up, pacing around, napping, short walks, more napping. When we’re driving he acts much more involved in his surroundings though I may be anthropomorphizing.

We were sitting around doing what you do as you wait for your parts to arrive from the States when Robert showed up, last seen in Colonia Valdense Uruguay.

Robert lived and ran a collection business in Key West though we never met him and now he’s based in St. Petersburg. He travels alone in his Toyota Land Cruiser and he’s got a water leak in his home which he’s hoping Chris can fix.

We went out to dinner with Robert Friday night along with Mark the Englishman who lives in his cottage at the campground. Mark drove us into town in his Ford van, a job that usually falls to me but from which I am exempted with our failing motor mount, so I got to be a passenger in the back.

We put Rusty on his bed on our bed and left him to guard GANNET2 before dark. So I got to lie on the bed in Mark’s low roof van and look out the windows. Not normal for me not to be driving so I enjoyed the views from the back for a change. 

Mark had a new burger place for us to check out as we search for the best burger in Caacupé. It’s odd how a burger can become the object of desire when we are this far from home. It’s a food I enjoy but don’t normally pay much attention to, because in the States a decent burger can be found anywhere. But before the burger test we had some shopping to do at Layne’s current favorite supermarket.

It was night and slightly cool so I was glad I decided to wear my puffy jacket. It’s been warm but temperatures have been variable. Downtown Caacupé:

It turned out this place was a little more upscale and with drinks and food we spent about $18 each. I enjoyed the draft beer as did Mark before he joined Layne drinking mojito-like cane liquor caipirinhas: 

The burgers were great, as were the fries we shared: 

The conversation was travel focused mostly on the subject of food and roads and crazy experiences. Robert got his four wheel drive Landcruiser stuck on a Peruvian mountain for three days with a broken axle. The tow truck he managed to call got stuck too. It was high drama before he got down the mountain.  

Mark traveled for years on a motorcycle and sidecar with his dog Fran, the dog that attacked Rusty last time we were here and he hasn’t forgotten…Mark’s really nice and it wasn’t his fault Fran lost her mind and attacked Rusty. Not being able to take Rusty into his compound makes it awkward to spend time with him at his cottage. Rusty gets jealous to see me hanging out with Fran…

It was our night out for the week, a break from cooking and dishwashing at camp. The funny thing about the place at the moment is the split between the residents. At one end there are two Germans, a Dutch couple and an Austrian. They all wave cheerfully but none initiate conversation and scour end are the English speakers hanging together. It’s a bit odd but it’s how it goes. Not everyone speaks or likes to speak more than one language and English ends up being the default which can get wearying for non native speakers. Having Robert around is nice for us as we have the same cultural base, all too rare in South America.

We were talking about that and Robert thinks a lot of would be travelers to South America from the States get out off making the crossing of the Darien Gap.  And the funny thing is almost all travelers who do make the effort love South America a lot more than the small hot and humid nations in the isthmus. 

The Darien Gap costs money to cross for sure but it is also a psychological barrier for most people driving south. And it’s a shame because South America has proved to be an exceptional experience, vast open spaces, mountains, jungles and welcoming people. Central America in my memory is much tougher with a hot humid climate much of the year, small countries with fiddly paperwork required at borders and not nearly the variety of the continent to the south. 

And here we are vacationing  in a South American campground. Lucky us, I guess.

Seen online; pretty much sums it up: 

“ I hate when people ask what I did on the weekend like I'm out here sky diving or something.

I'm almost 62.

I went grocery shopping,

STOPPED TO PEE,

Loaded the wash machine,

STOPPED TO PEE,

walked in the bathroom and forgot why,

IT WAS TO PEE.

At one point l ate shredded cheese out of the bag like a damn raccoon,

STOPPED TO PEE,

then I sat down "for a minute" and accidentally took a 3 hour nap, only woke up because

HAD TO PEE.

So yeah... pretty big weekend

Still recovering.”

Camping Pequeña Baviera

 

Four years ago Chris and Astrid and their two youngest children emigrated to Paraguay and bought their house with twenty acres of land planning to create a mechanic’s workshop for him and a playground and coffee house for the many German immigrants around the town of Caacupé.

Instead they ended up with possibly the best overlander campground in Paraguay, one of the lest visited countries in South America, ahead only of the Guyanas for number of visitors.

Until last June Paraguay was giving away residence permits free with your morning cereal packet but these days they are apparently getting more serious and more persnickety because the word is out. 

Mexico has been increasing its financial requirements for migrants too and enforcing stricter guidelines for foreigners seeking to move to Mexico. For us none of this is an issue as we aren’t looking for a place to settle down outside the US but I am curious about these things. 

We enjoy traveling and not settling living as privileged visitors 90 days at a time with negligible bureaucratic restraints and no commitments. It’s my belief this is the golden age of travel by campervan South America even as vehicle living in the States becomes more controversial as RVs substitute for homes for the economically desperate. In these countries we are welcomed as rarities which makes life on the road much easier, perhaps some small compensation for the irritations.

Chris’ 19 year old son is visiting from Bavaria where he has one more year to go to complete a mechanical engineering apprenticeship, the ticket to a solid career in Germany. Yet Chris wants him to emigrate to Paraguay as his son is eligible for the draft instituted this year, voluntarily (!) so far. The government requires all draft age men to advise the government if they are leaving the country for more than three months as they are preparing for war with Russia.

Living around Europeans in South America one gets a small window on life across the Atlantic mostly from people disaffected by life in the European Union. For them South America is a low bureaucracy escape from the rules and regulations imposed at home but now also they live a healthy distance from what is seen to be impending  war, to my Cold War an unimaginable eventuality. It sounds overwrought and yet…

I can imagine South America must feel like a haven for people who grew up traveling to Russia and trading with  Russia and keeping warm in winter burning Russian gas and North border between Russia and the EU is mostly closed and governments talk of war.

Day to day life in Paraguay continues undisturbed by all this gloom with sunny days interspersed by some rain and gray clouds, gasoline is around four bucks a gallon cheaper than Paraguays wealthier neighbors and supermarkets are as well stocked as ever. The ostriches are getting used to us as we are to them as they stalk around driven  by curiosity and barely restrained by our aggressive use of the spray bottle. Walking Rusty in the morning sees me accompanied by these weird creatures. 

There is always the pest Loki who likes to make toys out of recycling bottles  or who jumps on you from a tree or out of the bathroom window when you least expect it. They say monkeys lack only two percent of our DNA but his agility makes up for it. 

The best part of Little Bavaria may be the bathrooms, lots of high pressure water from the well, abundant hot water even at the dish washing station and proper plumbing.

And pretty solid internet too. All for $17 a day. 

Talking with Chris an anti government libertarian emigrant is interesting but I don’t propose to set my hair on fire or lose sleep or change my plans for all the madness in the world and perhaps I shall regret not rushing home to prepare for conflagration.

All I can think is how lucky we are to be in this mild climate in winter and our spare parts packages are all assembled at Paraguaybox the freight forwarder in Miami and maybe in a week we might possibly be fit to travel.  More aimless privileged wandering around South America. If it turns out to be fiddling while Rome burned I shall take my punishment I hope like a gentleman. I might need to reread Herman Wouk’s WINDS OF WAR.

Chris’ workshop in action. A stored vehicle is getting work done while the owner is home in Germany. 

Rescued dogs cats chickens ostriches and a monkey. 

No see’um hell. Better living through chemistry. 

Solo German guy traveling friendly but not interested in speaking English even he is even able. 

How do you know ostriches have been in your fridge? Footsteps in the butter…

The menagerie must not mix. Dogs inside, birds outside, monkey and cats and people cross the fence. Vehicles enter under supervision to prevent escapes. 

On guard.