The borders of Paraguay is as little as a 15 minute drive away from Foz do Iguacu in Brazil. This meant a 4 hour shopping expedition to this tax-free haven (to purchase cheap Dior makeup, a new ipod nano, and some hot Brazilian made heels) was as convenient as a quick bus ride in an out of Paraguay!!
15 minutes in another direction is Argentina, providing Foz do Iguacu with quite unique recreational options.
On a spontaneous night out, Odin, (Australian), Orla (a lovely Irish lass) and myself find ourselves drunk at 2.30am, in the car of our very own Cheech & Chong-like, friendly, local Brazilian bartender, Rodrigo, as he drives us towards the border of Argentina.
Rodrigo, smoking weed and speaking English in a heavy Brazilian accent – ‘You guys have your passports? The best clubs are in Argentina ‘
T, surprised at the option of crossing countries for a night out – ‘No, we don’t have our passports..’
Rodrigo, swings the car around – ‘Ok then, well I know of this great party that’s in Paraguay tonight and you won’t need your passports‘
Odin, smashed – ‘Sounds great man, let’s do it!’ continues to discuss the beauty of Brazilian ladies descriptively to Rodrigo.
Rodrigo, as we’re just about to reach the border to Paraguay – ‘Only thing is, the police in Paraguay are corrupt and because you are foreigner’s . . . ‘ trails off.
T, warning bells – ‘Hmm, I don’t really want to spend money on paying off cops, why don’t we just go out in Brazil?’
Orla, sobering up, gives me a serious ‘how the feck did we get here’ look – ‘Yeah, let’s not mess with corrupt police in another country without our passports hey’.
Rodrigo, swings car around again – ‘Ok, then lets just go out in Brazil. Tonight is country music night. BRAZILIAN country music!’
This was the beginning of what can only be described as a comedy of errors, misfortune and misadventures featuring Odin and myself.
Tiara in Transit 