May 8, 2010

Believe me, I was eager to get everything all set and get out of Posadas (Paraguay) after being robbed.  Big Bridge separating the two countries.

One of the MANY things I enjoy abut traveling on a motorbike is all the, er, liberties you can take.

Take this line, for instance…loooooooooooooooooooooooooong. With a motorbike? PASS THEM ALL! Ha! Shaved an hour off my border crossing, and at that point I was just feeling ornery enough to not give a hoot…

Well, here’s a darned civilized way to cross a border…nice orderly lines (except those crazy motorbikes that pass everyone), everyone waiting their turn rather than cleverly cutting each other in line, etc.

Welcome to Argentina! Welcome to order. Welcome to a funny accent that takes a bit to train your ears to.  Welcome to high prices!

Welcome to flat, straight roads.

Welcome to…………………

……………………………………………………………….PARILLA!

Parilla is loosely translated as Bar-B-Que (although without the BBQ sauce).

Oofa, I did not realize that this on was all-you-can-eat. I got STUFFED!!!

No more pics that day, I was in a just-been-robbed funk.