Too much to tell again. In
such a short time so many things happened.
Today I woke up in Brazil,
went to Argentina, back to Brazil and 2 hours ago I arrived in Ciudad
del Este in Paraguay.
So far the people are
really nice, but the town looks fucked up after being in Chile,
Argentina, Uruguay and Brazil. Let´s wait for Asuncion, where to I´m
heading right now. I arrived here with a taxi that I shared with a
guy from here, as we both missed the last bus from Foz de Iguacu.
First difference I noticed was, that right after leaving Brazil being
on a bridge of 'no man's land', the taxi driver and the guy just
released their seat belts.
At the bus terminal I
needed to find money and a bus. The guy at the cheap 'Palma Lomos'
booth was very helpful and took care of my luggage as I went to get
money for the ticket. I came back and he safed me 1.000 Guarani`s as
he didn´t had change. Then insisted I eat my bread in his booth
talking about languages.
I start to understand what
people meant by 'Paraguay is so cheap'. I payed 600 for a bread in
the supermarket and 60.000 for a 7 hours bus ride to Asuncion (6.327
Guarani`s are 1 €). Finally a country I feel richer again. But not
all will be that cheap.
But let`s finish the
stories about my last days.
So the 2nd we spend all day driving to as far up as we could get in Brazil. So nothing special
happened, except crossing a boarder with absolutely no control. Nada.
I had to go and ask for a stamp. And I had a little drama in a bank
as the ATM said my action was successful, but gave me none of the 350
Reales I asked for.
We arrived around midnight
in Florianopolis and decided to not spend the night at the island,
as it was dark already. We found a nice and payable hotel and shared
a room.
After a good breakfast we
drove to the island. The two just laid on the beach and my search for
a doctor on an island on a public holiday began. As I woke up that
day with an awful pain in my head. Long story short, I booked a
flight the night before and I knew it was the cold that I had in
Chile 4 weeks ago that finally got bad. 5,5 hours. First bus. Wait.
Next bus. Hospital. Wait. Farmacia. Wait. Bus. Walk.
I mean who wants to enjoy
the first really warm day in Brazil at a beach, watching the world
championship in surfing, when he can have this?!
But I learned something:
Going to a public hospital is free. Even for me. The infusion against
the pain would have been too. As I thanked the doctor and told her
how good that is, she said: 'Well the antibiotics you have to buy, as
I can´t give it to foreigners. And you needed to wait.'
I could just lough. Try to
wait less in a German hospital – on a public holiday. Or just
simply when you have made an appointment weeks before. And no one
wants to pay that bill.
As I came walking back the
street to the beach, I realized that it might take a while for us to
leave the parking close to the beach, as everyone wanted to leave
now. I just wanted to lay in a bed and sleep, as I felt like shit and
had still this very strong pain (painkiller is just not for me), but
my luck didn´t came back the whole day. It took us 4 hours to leave
the parking. One more to give up searching a cheap accommodation on
the island, so we ended up in the same hotel as the night before.
(I know why this bus was
30.000 cheaper. Except from the old bus with a strong smell, it looks
right now as in a public bus in Sri Lanka.) Guess it will be another
night without good sleep for me.
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