Entering into Paraguay across the mighty Iguazu River into Ciudad del Este requires some patience and making sure you look after your own paperwork requirements. This border doesn’t feel like a border with the thoroughfare of people moving through with the majority not going into migracion or the aduana. We managed to find the migracion office easy, but locating the aduana required the help of an official leading us up the hill at the back to the office.
With all paperwork in tow we navigated through the crazy tax free shopping area bumping into a few motorbike taxis and dodging the parking attendees running at you to get your attention. We had decided to move through Paraguay quite quickly not diverting down to Encarnacion, so our first stop in Paraguay was with Walter who we had met at the HU meeting. The main road was pleasant enough, and we passed mostly agricultural land with a few towns along the way.
It was great to see Walter again and his hostal “El Quincho Pora” in the town of Oviedo is a fantastic stop over for overlanders. We spent the evening exchanging travel stories and drinking some beer, and were enthralled listening to Walters travels through the Amazonia in his custom citroen which he installed another engine into to transform it into a 4x4 !
|Nick and Walter checking directions !|
|Walters custom citroen 4x4|
|Amazinian grapefruit, MASIVE !!|
|Nick and Walter the legend !|
First thing in the morning we headed off to the Honda shop to get our air filters, and the gentleman informed us they did not have any… we started to think it was cause the bikes are very new and no one has done the mileage we have done yet !! Any how he made some calls and in 15 minutes our new air filters arrived for us !!
|one of the smaller potholes !!|
|Fuel station !|
|ah we miss the KLR's !!!|
The drive was pretty slow so we arrived at the customs for the bikes in the dark. Using a torch to shine on the computers we got all the paper work done so the bikes were cleared out of Paraguay and into Bolivia. However, migracion for Bolivia was another 180km further down the road, so we camped the night outside customs. We met a very friendly Colombian chap who was backpacking with his friends from Colombia to Argentina. They had unfortunately missed the migracion out of Bolivia, and had been trying for the past 2 days to get a lift back to the migracion. Poor guys had to somehow hitch 360km (the return trip) just for a stamp in their passport. Lucky we had done our research and made sure we were stamped out of Paraguay at Mariscal, otherwise we would have been in the same position. Tomorrow we enter Bolivia…