Monday March 3rd 2025 Coronel Oviedo to Ypacaraí
Another day another hotel, both woke up this morning, thinking where did we leave the bikes, just a little panic thing, it’s an older generation condition, just took me a while to get my orientation, down the metal staircase by the pool.

Sure enough they were all safe and sound, obviously we take great care of the bikes, but staying in so many different places, its difficult to remember sometimes, well for me it is. While I was being busy fussing about the bikes, Bingo was doing the proper work, making the chocolate, yogurt infused porridge, with the added bonus of a banana, top man.

Left just as the sun was rising, with the lovely herbal smell in the air, (will get my efficient editor to try and find out what is, smells like something we have in the garden of England [Any chance of a photograph? : Ed]). Anyway it makes for a nice feel for the days riding, heading towards Ypacaraí, just on the outskirts of the capital Asunción, not sure how busy the road will be, but if yesterday is anything to go by it should be fine, nice road with a big clear hard shoulder to ride.

Once again not much on the animal, bird spotting front, just loads of termite mounds on the side of the road, the vegetation is getting a bit sparse again and it will be like this for a while now, but enjoy the good roads while we can. Made really good progress through the early morning, putting in the miles on the open road with very little traffic, what a pleasure. We both knew that the ride would get a bit tougher later on but enjoy the good times while you can, just a few gentle climbs at the end of the day, nothing to write home about.

Little descent into Ypacaraí, I get stuck behind a truck with no brakes heading towards the escape lane (big sandpit) his hazard and horn blowing like mad warning the traffic he has no brakes! Managed to squeeze past the truck, with the help of some considerate drivers, gave them a little thumbs up, they responded with a casdade of horn blowing brilliant, finally met up with Bingo, his words where the f*** did you go, I just smiled and said on an adventure.

The adventure was not finished, so us intrepid travellers get it wrong again, both cruising into the town, turn right here, yep I say, as we head down the sandy road (not a song), the sand just got deeper and deeper, cant be that bad its only for 1/2 mile, hardest of the day.

Finally found the hotel, with a lovely drive straight of the main road, good bit of map tracking by me, I will take full responsibility of my total incompetence, but it was fun looking at the locals as we struggled down the track.

Always a bit of fun, lovely digs, little pool and a truck cafe adjacent brilliant, we cant get everything right.