Concepcion is in northern Paraguay that lies on the Paraguay River. This is how we traveled to Concepcion. We get enough buses everywhere so we figured to shake things up we would jump aboard a cargo ship down the Rio Paraguay to Concepcion. The ship had mixed reviews. I did enjoy it but I think I was expecting more. I am unsure what I was expecting as I knew we would sail up a river for a couple of days and that is what we did. It was a cool experience and may have been more enjoyable if not so pointless. The bus trip is only a few hours while the boat is almost three days. It is also a cargo boat so it is very basic. I think I more enjoyed the idea of saying “Yeah, bro. Sailed up the Rio Paraguay on a cargo boat. Wanna hang out?”. The boat is just an alternative way of getting to Concepcion from Asuncion rather than attraction. Am I explaining a boat to you? I think I am.
The first night was great fun. We all had a few drinks and had a good laugh. I would like to think the urge to sing the Lonely Island song was fought and no rendition occurred but I cannot guarantee anything. A fun night, having a few drinks was not without some disaster. While we were drinking, some crewmen (managed to avoid saying seamen) gave us some rum and cigarettes. “What lovely, lovely dudes!” we thought. Turns out, they were supplying us with extra alcohol and nicotine to keep us sweet. Unfortunately, the girls noticed that some money had gone missing from their bags. It was a pity. We shall not point any fingers but….come on.
The day after was a bit unpleasant at times but the scenery was so picturesque and the weather was brilliant so it had a lot of plus’s. Hangovers are never pleasant but it seemed particularly unpleasant on a small cramped boat but I am happy we did it. We climbed off the boat and had a walk around Concepcion. Concepcion is a cool, cool city. It feels like the wild west or something.
Very few paved roads just a lot of dust! We celebrated Clara’s birthday while there. It was a small but drunken affair full of booze and treats. The night took an odd but spectacular turn. The scene of a pretty wild party. We did not have Pringles but Mr. Potato
We drunkenly stumbled into a work party. There was kareoke. It was meant to be. Everyone was sitting down and singing which was a bit odd. The girls requested “My Heart Will Go On” by Celine Dion. It was time. I pranced around the room, seductively sitting on the laps of the audience. What must have these Paraguyan dudes have thought? Two attractive girls entering a room only for the guy to sit on their laps. I believed I was a true crooner. Warming up the audience. I felt I succeeded in getting them hot and heavy. Everyone was a good spirit as in retrospect it could have backfired. Gringos invaded a work party to sing Celine Dion. To most this sounds like a perfect evening but you never know with some people.
Afterwards, they brought us to another kareoke bar where we sang the night away. Wonderful scenes. They only had eachother
The next day, we sat around in a café, struggling to overcome the hangover in the blistering heat when one guy from the party pulled up in car. We were dreading this no doubt awkward conversation but it was a delight. He said hello and thanked us for a great night. Very heartwarming stuff. It is hard not to smile when thinking about Paraguayan times. We spent a night on a German guys farm also. Bit random but we fancied doing something random. It was a very picturesque farm and lovely to relax in.
We would have stayed longer but it was slightly on the expensive side. It was well worth the money as the accommodation is great and the food is on another level. I unfortunately called the German guys kid a “cunt” which was not great. Thankfully, the child had no English. It was nothing malicious. He just beat me in a heated game of snap. I thought I had the victory in the bag but alas. Snatched away from me or SNAPPED away from me. Loads of Germans fled to Paraguay after the war and Hans (I have named the German farm owner, Hans. I feel it is an appropriate title) was telling us that no matter how small or remote the Paraguayan town, you will find one German. Id say, Hans lived a very interesting life but would tense up when asked about his life in Germany.
He was also a self-confessed alcoholic claiming that he needs to get drink everyday but says he will not touch alcohol if there is any work to be done. He opened his first beer as he was driving us to his home at 10am, collecting his kids along the way. Hans continued to drink the whole day so by three o’clock he was pissed. By eight, he was not making any sense. It was an interesting experience and one that I would recommend. The farm is really peaceful and comfortable so if you were not as horribly cheap as us, you should try it! Who is “you”? Deep blog, bro.