Ummmm. Where are we??

Ybycui

Flag of Paraguay  , Paraguarí,
Saturday, May 28, 2016

On the quest for something more rural we ended up here.

Where is here exactly?

Ybycui – say ee-bee-qui or something like that anyway, sits in the south of the country and isn’t really close to anywhere. It was raining when we arrived and just about everywhere was shut.

It was Saturday and the people here have more sense than to work 7 days a week it seems. Good for them but not helpful for us!

We planned to do the usual – grab a coffee, use wifi and find somewhere to stay. The first challenge was to find somewhere open. The second was to find coffee. The third was wifi.
Arriving in to Ybycui
Eventually a very friendly chap in a shop that we still have no idea what it sold, pointed us in the direction we needed to go. We didn’t understand a word he said though as the accent here is very strong and very different to any other we have heard so far.

We walked in the rain the way he pointed, and we walked, and we walked. Such a long street for somewhere that doesn’t really exist!  Later he passed us on his motorbike and stopped and pointed again the way we were heading.

Quite some time later we found it – a cafe that would make us a coffee and low and behold – he had wifi too! We were straight on the case and came up with nothing. Zilch. Nada. Not a hostel or hotel on any of the usual web sites so we reverted to the old fashioned method – asking around. Again much pointing and off we went again and found the one homestay place everybody had told us about. But she was full!

Eh? It’s the middle of nowhere and there is nothing here. How can you be full?
local transport
Luckily her neighbour had a converted cow shed and that was where we ended up. It sounds like something biblical – nowhere to stay and ending up in a cowshed! But that is where the comparison ends – no 3 kings turning up with presents for us tonight! Ha Ha.

The family we were staying with had offered to take us to the National Park a few miles up the road and we booked in for a tour to the waterfalls there. We booked them to take us there and to wait at each sppot and take us on to the next spot in the park.

The following day after a treasure hunt again but this time for breakfast, they pulled their brand new car out of the drive and the daughter drove us the 20 miles to the park entrance. We had bought some food and drink to take with us and jumped out the car when we arrived at the gate to buy the ticket which was just a couple of pounds each.
Parque Nacional Ybycui
But as we walked over to the booth, we were shocked to see the daughter drive away. We shouted after her but she was gone. Firstly we had asked to be taken to the falls which were still 3km away and secondly, she still had all our drinks in the car. We were so angry with her. She was supposed to wait and take us to each place in the park.

So with no other option at this moment in time we had to walk.

First we tried the old iron Foundry Museum. There’s not much left of it but it was quite pretty with an old water wheel.

Then back up the lane where we saw lemons growing on a tree. Bryan picked one and Jody wanted to eat it. So getting a knife from the men in the ticket booth, she cut it open. The men watched in horror as she started to eat it and were telling her no – it wasn’t nice to eat. But it was delicious! It was so sweet. Still definitely a lemon but so unlike the yellow waxy lemons we get in England. This was so juicy and so yummy.
Beautiful buterfly
Refreshed, we set off up the road on our hike to the falls.

The road was quite muddy and we suspect the reason why the daughter drove off rather than taking her shiny car up there.

But the walk was really interesting. The air was full of butterflies of every size and colour. We were on a mission to photographs as many as we could but they were so fast and flighty that we only got a few.

The falls when we arrived were very disappointing. But if you come from a country where there really isn’t much in the way of natural wonders, you are going to exaggerate about the ones you have got we suppose. Luckily Bryan had put one small drink in his jacket pocket and we rationed it between us but we were so thirsty as by now the sun had come out and it was very hot.
aaahh
We set off back up the lane hoping the car was going to be there to take us back again and yep, there it was. The daughter had returned with the mother in tow and they were quite gushing – expecting us to be all full of excitement about the National Park.

Instead they met with us – 2 very thirsty, hot, tired and upset Gringos.

When we pointed to all out drinks in the car, they just laughed as if it was really funny.We were shocked at their response!

This just inflamed us further. It wasn’t funny – we had walked almost 10km in total with one tiny bottle of drink between us. It’s fair to say we all rode home in silence.
yumm
The rest of the day was spent walking around the town which now being Sunday was completely shut. Except the icecream man. We indulged in some homemade ice cream of dubious flavours and whiled away about an hour in there. This man had been very friendly and helpful when we first arrived and every time we walked passed his shop he always waved to us. It was nice to finally be able to go in and have an ice cream from him.

Well this town was also ticked off the list now and we really were struggling to find anything to do here. We couldn’t stay just to eat ice cream!

So next morning we were back on a bus. A grungy local bus but we were out of here and heading back to a city. Maybe we would find some real food again.



Bryan

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Jody

  •    Wiltshire, England

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