Ybycui...National Park?

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NOTE: You may have noticed no photos on my last blog entry. From here on out there will be no more photos on my blog page and after my Paraguay blogs no more photos at all. I lost my USB connection cord to upload them from my camera. Being the cheap person that I am, I will not be buying another cord and finishing out my trip on my current 2 gig memory chip. I think I have another cord back in the states and when I return I will get the pictures online. Sorry to those of you that only looked at the pictures and not the stories. Time to practice your literary skills.

We thought San Juan Bautista was close to the National Park Ybycui, but actually looked at a map when we got there and found out we were not even close. The town we were in was desolate. Nobody in site. Chris and I were very lucky to catch a bus 10 minutes after arriving. We were off to another town we had no information on. The Lonely Planet provides very little help in Paraguay. Nobody travels here. I am not sure why, but thus far we had met almost no travelers. Only Peter and he was not really traveling. No worries though. We made it to the town Carapegua. It basically consisted of a Gas Station with a hotel (where we stayed for two nights). It was our jumping point to the national park. In the morning we hopped on an overcrowded bus to the town of Ybycui where we could catch another bus to the park. I was a little nervous because the Lonely Planet says that there is no return service from the park for the same day. Therefore, we would probably be stranded at the park without a place to sleep or tent. The park was a subtropical jungle with lots of bugs. Yet again, I realized that I do not prefer the jungle over much anything else. It was a treacherous walk. Chris ran into a wasps/hornets nest with his head. Enough said about that experience. We were rewarded with a nice waterfall area and a place to swim, along with some eye candy. This park is a local tourist hangout. Families come here to camp. There were cuties in bathingsuits and people playing water volleyball. Right away we were asked where we were from. Chris is about as white as they come. The other question we seem to get from all the locals here beisides where we are from is....Why did you come to Paraguay? As though their country has nothing to offer. Its quite funny and obvious tourists are not the norm. Well we did not spend much time here and then opted to walk out to the ranger station via the road and not the insect ridden path. We were hoping one of the many cars would be leaving and we could hitchike back to town. What luck did we have. A van was passing by and it turned out to be the family with the pretty girls with beautiful bods. Although the van was full, they were more than happy to pick us up and fill the van to the brim. In total we had 12 people in the van. They were all family minus 1 girl who was a girlfriend of one of the sons. It was not more than 1 minute into the ride when the two daughters let us know they were not married and they thought we were beautiful. Green Card going once, going twice, SOLD to the girl with the fantastic rack. We scored HUGE on this hitchike. Not only did we not get stranded in the park or have to pay large fees for a taxi ride back into town, but we were invited to stay at their house in Asuncion. The capital of Paraguay. We struck Paraguayan gold. Chris and I had a smile for the next day at our future possibilities. In the morning we caught a bus to Asuncion.

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