Cutting it close to the bone
Trip Start
Apr 17, 2006
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Trip End
Jun 14, 2006
I left Rosario mid-afternoon and arrived at this national park in time to see the sun set over the river here. I don't know why they bothered making it a national park, though, as there's nothing else to see. I pitched my sweatbox tent on the grassy riverbank.
I awoke around dawn, as one tends to when camping, but decided that getting up was a daft idea and so turned over and went back to sleep. I was re-awoken a little later because my tent was dripping on me, and when I poked my head out and spied the remnants of Jack Frost's night-time mischief on a patch of grass that the sun had not yet kissed, I realised that this was probably the effect of my tent thawing out from another big freeze. Due to the profusion of information bestowed on me by the marvellous Parana tourist office, I knew that I had 80km to my next destination, Victoria, and therefore that I better move myself a bit quicker
I pedalled like the wind and got there in time for sunset. I'm sure you've noticed, I'm developing a stubborn habit of rolling into places as the sun sets romantically behind me. Is this a sign of my meticlulous planning or a manifestation of the trait (inhereted very definitely from my Father's side) of cutting things fine? I'll let you decide.
STOP PRESS: Dulce de Leche available in England!
My old mucker Lizzie, who you may recognise as a regular correspondent of the comments area of my humble blog, spotted an article in the Telegraph expounding the wonders of Dulce de Leche, now apprently available at a supermarket near you! I must warn you though: what I am doing is analogous to tempting young children into a long-term crack habit, and I take no responsibility for the effect on your waistline.
I awoke around dawn, as one tends to when camping, but decided that getting up was a daft idea and so turned over and went back to sleep. I was re-awoken a little later because my tent was dripping on me, and when I poked my head out and spied the remnants of Jack Frost's night-time mischief on a patch of grass that the sun had not yet kissed, I realised that this was probably the effect of my tent thawing out from another big freeze. Due to the profusion of information bestowed on me by the marvellous Parana tourist office, I knew that I had 80km to my next destination, Victoria, and therefore that I better move myself a bit quicker
1 - My bike
. I went into a nearby town to stock up to discover that not only were most places closed (Sunday again), but that I was cutting it fine with getting to those that were open before they too closed for siesta. This meant I had only the afternoon to get to Victoria.I pedalled like the wind and got there in time for sunset. I'm sure you've noticed, I'm developing a stubborn habit of rolling into places as the sun sets romantically behind me. Is this a sign of my meticlulous planning or a manifestation of the trait (inhereted very definitely from my Father's side) of cutting things fine? I'll let you decide.
STOP PRESS: Dulce de Leche available in England!
My old mucker Lizzie, who you may recognise as a regular correspondent of the comments area of my humble blog, spotted an article in the Telegraph expounding the wonders of Dulce de Leche, now apprently available at a supermarket near you! I must warn you though: what I am doing is analogous to tempting young children into a long-term crack habit, and I take no responsibility for the effect on your waistline.



Comments
Time travel
Now I know I'm credited with being the source of your just-in-time arrival, but leaving before you've arrived is perhaps a tad excessive as a way of correcting such a perceived imperfection.
Maybe it was just that Parana and Rosario sound so similar that you got them confused, or was it a more sinister trick or the mind because you're real departure from Rosario was so traumatic that you wanted to blot it out with a more pleasant memory!
Both towns look like they were worth the visit.
Keep up the peddling and the story writing, we've been dining out on them for weeks!
Dad