Matias and I watching Dora the Explorer during my last visit to Tacuati.
For 80 bucks we rented a small cabin for the three nights it would take to reach Bahia Negra. The boat was cosy and gave us just enough room to jam all our huge bags inside. We got lucky and took the cabin of a family that never showed up. If that family had shown up we would have camped out in the hallways, aggressively trying to claim floor and/or hammock space. My body alone requires the space sufficient for a small Paraguayan family.
The Aquidaban supplies Alto Paraguay with a large quantity of its produce and supplies. The boat is lively and constantly moving with people who are coming and going, loading and unloading crates of fruit, vegetables, flour, rice, milk, eggs, yogurt, bread, beer, coke, concrete, motorcycles, gasoline, baskets, cooking oil, furniture and animals. Most of the Paraguayans wanted to know what the hell we were doing and where we were heading off to work. We shared terere and talked about our time as volunteers. When I wasn't feeling lazy I helped unload heavy objects. It was my last chance to use the 13 words of Guarani I picked up during the last two years. It was a nice, slow departure from Paraguay.