tHE BiKEs From Bra Zil - part 4

but only picked one up. Fortunately recovered both but now at the back of the queue, it was nevertheless quick getting back into Argentina for the umpteenth time. Clutching the pieces of crucial paper without which leaving Argentina with the motorcycle is awkward, we headed to a servo to get fuel. Arriving with about ½ of Brazil because they all cross over to get very much cheaper fuel, we had to push on past several with enormous queues until we were on fumes and there was no choice.

Lunch was at the San Ignacio Mini ruins. Not really mini, it was very large with impressive stone buildings, and had been set up by the Jesuits in the late 17th century on the Parana River in Spanish territory which was within the Paraguay region at the time.

Maxi church at San Ignacio Mini

Continuing on down the river, we got past the last big dam and into our stop for the night at Ituzaingo, a resort town on one of the small arms of the river as it splits, this arm a mere 1km across and with nice golden sandy beaches. Armed with a ridiculously large 972ml beer bottle, we strolled the beach until it was time to go and lie down while doing so was still voluntary. Back down to the beach for a glorious sunset, it was into the casino next to the hotel to exchange USD for Pesos as we were back in the land of cash only. We were also back in the land of siesta, with nothing open until after 6pm and severe difficulty getting a meal before 8pm.