We flew a chartered airliner to Asuncion, a 425-mile riverboat journey from the planned settlement. The plane stopped off in Panama City, Lima, Peru and Santiago, Chile. Mom said the plane broke down and had to make several emergency landings. She was convinced the puddle-jumper was repaired with a wire hanger. In Asunción, we had electricity and a typical dwelling where buildings shared walls. The atmosphere was claustrophobic with so many people crammed into the small space; we were kids, and on the adventure of a lifetime. We didn’t understand the wobbly people making their way up the sidewalk were drunk and we got a real kick out of sitting on the front stoop, laughing at the wobbly people trying to walk.
Republic of Paraguay
President: Horacio Cartes (2013)
Land area: 153,398 sq mi (397,301 sq km); total area: 157,046 sq mi (406,750 sq km)
Population (2014 est.): 6,703,860 (growth rate: 1.19%); birth rate: 16.66/1000; infant mortality rate: 20.75/1000; life expectancy: 76.8; density per sq mi: 39
Capital and largest city (2011 est.): Asunción, 2.139 million
Other large cities: Ciudad del Este, 320,782; San Lorenzo, 271,064
Monetary unit: Guaraní
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We took a freight ship over 400 miles from Asunción to the jungles of Kunyataee, located on the banks of the Parana River. For the kids, the Pingo was a huge playground. The adults had seasickness and could not deal with the little ones. Sliding down the stairwell into the galley became a favorite; although, I’m not sure the cooking staff appreciated our bumping down the stairs and running back up, to bump down again. We didn’t care if our butts were bruised from the metal stairs, they were steep and perfect for sliding down. While running around the deck, I slipped and grabbed a rope that kept people from falling into the water; thankfully, an older kid helped pull me back. These events were the kind of thing we did not tell our parents out of fear the adult would fly into a rage and whip our behinds. Many things went on while our parents were sick and in their bunks that they were better off not knowing about. I may tattle as time permits in The Musings of a Weird Kid.
The River was our life-line. After running the water through a sieve, we drank and cooked with water from the Parana. The Parana was quite useful as it allowed my mother to wash clothes on a rub-board; clothes for five children. The females bathed at night in the Parana. Without electricity or running water, the Parana allowed us to live with the native Guaranians in Kunyataee.
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