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31 DECEMBER 2005 - Asuncion and the drive through Paraguay

The hotel organised the tour for us and at 9am we set off on a city tour led by a plump well educated Paraguayan with a slightly German accent and his driver. It would take a book to relate all he told us about Paraguay. Basically his version of history was different to what we had read and been told. As the victor writes the history books and Paraguay seems to regularly be the loser – who knows the truth? In a nutshell, the Spanish arrived in the 16thC, their objective was to get to the Incas and relieve them of their gold. The Guarani also wanted the Incas defeated, so they pragmatically decided to ally with the Spanish. The Guarani were polygamous, so they offered the Spanish their women and food. An enlisted man was given 6 women, an officer 60! Their women were considered beautiful, and the Indians believed that the children that would be born would be strong and create a bond of friendship between them and the Indians. This was not new behaviour for the Guarani. Indeed with their tribal warfare they would try and capture alive the strongest and bravest enemy warrior, then feed him, offer him their women so that the children would have his strength, and then some months later they would kill him and eat him… They didn’t try to eat the Spanish, too much garlic perhaps. This tactic, on the whole, worked well and the Paraguayan race was born, the cross between the Guarani Indian and Spanish blood. Something the Paraguayans today are very proud of, and although Spanish is the language of officialdom, Guarani is the language of home.

Esta-cathedral

The Spanish pretty much left the country when riches were found north, and when it came to independence the Paraguayans didn’t have to fight a battle. They basically told the Spanish Governor what they were doing and invited him to the event. He did try to enlist Portuguese support to quash the independence, but this was discovered.

Paraguay then had a period of development. Under their first dictator, Dr Fransisca (apologies if spelt wrong, all from memory!) he played a careful foreign policy, closed borders, avoided disputes with neighbours and built up a large treasury. A very fastidious man, he paid him self a tiny salary, lived very frugally, and was fast and very fierce with any opposition. Indeed his staff were so terrified of him that when he died they didn’t dare check on him for 3 days. His legacy was a strong set of laws and governance, a weak education system, but a very strong financial basis for the country through well managed estates and plantations.

The next dictator, who filled the void left by ‘el Supremo’ was Carlos Lopez. A very different man, he invested in education, public buildings and public works. The Paraguayans consider these their golden years where the arts and the country flourished. Then came Francisco and Eliza, as mentioned in an earlier dispatch, though our guide told us that Paraguay was manipulated into the war of the triple alliance by Argentina, Brazil and Uruguay deciding they wanted Lopez out of power (because of his aspirations to become a ‘King’ and the first ‘native (ie not Spanish or French) King of South America and therefore dangerous to their positions) and drew up an agreement on removing him and how they would split the country between them. Who knows?! But the war did decimate the population, 80% being killed in the 15 years it raged, Eliza fleeing to Europe.

Today the continual apologies of the Paraguayan guide as to the state of his nation, the lack of arts, gold, jewels, the lack of funds for maintaining roads and buildings all tie back to this disastrous war. After the war, said the guide, the Argentineans and Brazilians took our people as slaves because there was nothing else to take. Only 60 years later (1935) Paraguay became involved in another war, this time the Chaco war with Bolivia over the ownership of Chaco. Our guide explained that oil was behind it, Shell supported Paraguay and Exxon Bolivia. He also explained that Paraguay won the war, but lost the diplomacy and so lost a lot of the Chaco. Bolivia went on to exploit their oil there, Paraguay was told their oil was no good, but last year they were now told it was good oil and development will start soon! This all gives one the feeling that Paraguay rightly or wrongly feels it has been tricked and cheated out of its wealth and its territories for over 100 years.

Asuncion

He drove us past the famous railway station, built by British contractors, the Palace built by Carlos Lopez for his son Francisco, the police station where thousands were tortured, the square where in 1999 the last dictator had protestors shot by snipers before fleeing himself….. the list goes on.

A modern government building, all in gleaming glass and concrete – at home at any major city was across the street from a shanty town where people live in poverty and pigs roll in the dust. Our guide said the politicians don’t even notice the people there. This is a good illustration of Paraguay, modern buildings or restored old buildings rub shoulders with run down shacks, and people rub shoulders in the same way. We saw no sign of unrest, conflict, crime. It must exist, but from what we heard and from what we saw people could walk freely and easily round the city. It is a small city, only 600,000 people and with a very young population.

There were street markets, museums, shopping centres, lots of car dealerships, adverts for Phillips washing machines, modern Ambulances, I saw 7 garden centres within a few miles, well tended houses and gardens….. the poorest South American country? I asked the guide why Asuncion seemed so well off (excepting the lack of maintenance on roads), he said it was largely corruption, there is a thriving black market and it is the only way the people survive, but there was very little real poverty because the soil is so fertile. Throw some seeds down and they will grow. Few go hungry here unless in the Chaco, there the very plants tear at you, the water under the ground is salty and the heat is so intense. That is why the Mennonites moved there, for the hardship – another story.

However, we reserved our judgement. Who knew what it would be like driving across the rest of Paraguay. Perhaps that would be more of what we were concerned about, real poverty and potential danger.

The tour lasted until nearly 1pm, so it was hot when we were due to leave. Luckily the day was overcast and so relatively cool. As usual the directions we got to get out of the city were far too simplistic and we ended up guessing and finally following the tour bus who came after us and showed us the way. Then we were off through Paraguay cutting across the country on Rn2 and Rn7 to the Brazilian border at Ciudad Del Este and then to Iguacu in Brazil.

Countryside

The road was a good one, sometimes dual carriageway. The houses and cars looked, on the whole, as good or better than much we have seen anywhere. People took pride in their gardens and even garden gnomes abounded. Roadside sellers sold all kinds of fruit and jams in huge quantities. As we left the built up areas around Asuncion  Ivor’s charging problem came back. The car ran out of juice. Julian linked up the jump leads and charged his battery up while Alan checked connections and used the good old WD40. A water hose leak was also discovered, and after about an hour we were off again, hoping we would make it.

Countryside

Paraguay, or the parts we saw, again confounded our expectations. Lush rolling countryside. Cattle wandering at will. Many smart houses. As it was a bank holiday we passed many families and friends socialising, playing netball or football in their gardens – having fun. Lots of people waved, tooted horns, smiled. There was a great atmosphere. Our guide had warned us we would need bribe money for the police. The typical amount was $10 US or 50,000 Guarnie to get past. We even stopped at a petrol station to buy the appropriate number of warning triangles (here you need 2 per car). The garage attendant looked at what we were buying and nodded, ‘ahh, policia’.

Local-produce

Here we did have some luck, because it was a bank holiday all the town and regional borders weren’t manned by the police, so no one tried to extract money. The toll road barriers were still open though! These have been common for almost all our journey, except for the flats of Patagonia.

It was a shame we didn’t have longer in Paraguay, the country of mystery. It would have been interesting to visit the dreaded Chaco, to follow some of the progress of the war of the Triple Alliance, to spend more time in Asuncion. We all of us hope little Paraguay manages to resolve its current governmental and economic problems so it can afford to take pride in its future as well as its past.

It rained a few times on us today, just a little too heavily to be ideal as visibility became hard, but quite refreshing. All too soon we came to the border town of Ciudad Del Este. The centre of operations for the Itaipu hydroelectric project – the largest HEP project in the world (until the Chinese one comes on stream). To put it in perspective, Paraguay needs the output of only 1 of the 9 turbine generators, the rest it exports, and this is its biggest value export.

The border crossing was interesting. We drove past what looked like a deserted checkpoint with just a solder grinning at us and continued over the Parana river bridge ‘the friendship bridge’ expecting an integrated border crossing into Brazil. We got out of the cars the other side. Nope, we were now in Brazil. So, we did a U turn drove back across the bridge, did another U turn – with the soldiers smiling all the way – and stopped at the deserted looking checkpoint. We found someone who unlocked an office, stamped our Carnets, asked for a 10,000 Guranie note for each car for doing it (about £2, at least he knew what to do) and we then had the passports stamped. Is this the most informal border crossing in the world?

Charging-the-battery

Back to Brazil, here we had to show them what to do with the Carnets , but at last we were through. Did they know the way to our hotel? One soldier did and he drew us a little map. The Foz Plaza hotel seems to be the most elusive hotel at Igacu. Not only did taxi drivers not know it, or people walking, or was it mentioned in the guidebooks – but finally, thanks to a kind man who let us follow him whilst he stopped and asked directions, we got there. The Westie was hot, it was too hot in the passenger seat to put feet far into the footwell. Ivor’s car needed bump starting when it stopped because of the charging and so was running without lights. Julian’s car was behaving itself well, but was complaining from all the vicious speed bumps at the border crossings.

But, we had made it. Through Paraguay, into Brazil at Igacu – home to what must be one of the natural wonders of the world – and it was New Years Eve. We had a quick wash and tried to ring home as it would be midnight there. The lines were impossible to get through, but we did eventually. I had no idea where Sue and the girls were New Year’s Eve. Sisters was my guess, but I didn’t have the number, so after about 15 minutes of trying I managed to get through to my home number and leave a New Year’s message.

  Happy-New-Years-Eve

We were all down at the buffet restaurant for 9.30. A sign said serving finished at 10pm so we got stuck in. Not a bad meal, but this wasn’t a tourist hotel, more for travellers on business. Spartan but good value. At about 10.30 Julian and Ivor went off to bed, Alan, Chris and I decided to see in the New Year. At 11pm fireworks exploded everywhere, shouting, windows rattling, hmmmm. We asked a waiter. Yes, we had been through a time zone from Paraguay, it was now midnight. So we took a beer to reception, watched TV pictures from Rio of the New Year celebrations while the bangs and rattles went on outside. Exhausted we went to bed, a big day tomorrow.

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