Paraguay 2012

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Friday, 27 April 2012

Gran Chaco With NTM





This past week 4 of us have travelled to the North West of Paraguay into the sparsely-populated, arid Gran Chaco region.  The Gran Chaco spreads into Bolivia to the North and Argentina to the East.  SIM works south of Asuncion with subsistence farmers whilst a lot of NTM’s work is North with the tribal people out in the wilds.  As I’m working 2 weeks with NTM it gave me the only opportunity to see this part of the country and visit some of its tribes.  I’ll write some more about the tribes we saw at some point later, but as much of the adventure was set on the epic road trip there and back, I’ll talk of that first.

Much of Paraguay is totally flat with the occasional hillock, and when we reached the bridge over the river beside Concepcion it really struck home just how flat the country, especially the Chaco, is as there was not a single hill in sight.  What it lacked in hills we hoped it made up for in wildlife since there was such a huge area of scrubland with so few hunters/people, as the rest of the country has been disappointing in the lack of wild animals.

Exiting the bridge we found an immediate decline in traffic (from medium to almost zero) and a steep falling away in the road -literally as huge, 0.5ft deep potholes littered the tarmac road as it cut an almost straight line through the low, thorny scrubland.  Long grasses reached out onto the road and made the 2-lane highway seem long-abandoned, desolate and narrow.  After the bridge it took about 20km until we passed a house, and each further house or settlement seemed to be separated by a similar distance.

As it was extraordinarily flat, the slightly raised road often had long patches of floodwater on either side, not more than 1ft deep but covering large areas.  Some shacks we passed were surrounded by these low floodwaters, but life inside them seemed to be continuing.  Last week we were supposed to have driven out here, but the Chaco was hit with torrential rain which left much of the area flooded this way.  The local news had called it a disaster zone, which sounds extreme until you know how very tranquil Paraguay is with its weather.  It is never struck with the kind of storms the southern states of America get, so what is a bit rough for us in the UK or USA is extreme here.

We drove about 300km over bad roads, through the vast prairie, but in all this distance we scarcely saw anything in the way of animals besides the small herds of cows and goats which crossed the roads, and various vultures and storks.  We were, however, blessed with an encounter with a groundhog who posed for us and bit Jeremy’s leather boots, and later he and Anthony jumped out the car and captured an armadillo.

Here are some more pictures of the things we saw on the roads between Concepcion and Filadelfia.
My rather poorly made 360 of the Paraguayan horizon from the vantage point of the bridge outside Concepcion.

Anthony and Jeremy catching an armadillo

The snared beast.

Set free.

The groundhog photoshoot.

It wasn't afraid of anything.

A dear old tribal lady who hitched a lift.

A field of flowers by a small hut in the middle of nowhere.  Reminds me of how God grows beautiful plants on distant mountains and places no human eye will ever see, all for His glory.

This truck slid off the road into thick mud.

A flooded Chaco hut.

Harvest.

The unloved guard dog who jumped into the car when we stopped at a peanut butter farm.

Windscreen.

The black dots are horrid, big-butt spiders in vast, 20ft webs.

Flowers in a flooded field.

A vile, big-butt spider.  Its tread was like nylon.

A stork hiding in the grass in a rare area of meadow.

Due to the floods and amount of unmoving water, the Chaco was teeming with mosquitos.

Wednesday, 25 April 2012

New Tribes Mission

These past 2 weeks I have been working with New Tribes Mission (http://ntm.org) and I have been all over the North of Paraguay with them visiting tribes and Bible translators and so forth.  There have been many adventures, but that's for another day.  However, here are some pictures of the sights so far...


Seeing the often primitive shacks the tribal people live in is humbling.  The sense of community is the advantage they gain from the disadvantage of living conditions.

Hair-combing seemed to be high on the agenda for most women and girls.

Some tribe kids watching a dance performance.

A tribe's older men folk form a line to dance.

The women wore these cool ankle thingies.

A kid down a tribal street.

A tribe's church.  It has no glass or shutters in the window gaps so people, not only children but adults too, use them as entrances and exits.

Carrying water from the well for the church-goers to have terere.

One of the worship leaders stopped mid-song to get some terere, then continued on after a few seconds!
Highway from the church.
Tribe elder giving me a look.

Kids with a bike with no tyres, only rims, but having a great time nonetheless!

Friday, 20 April 2012

Ycuá Bolaños

In my first week in Asuncion, some of the Stouts, Hannes and I went to a huge park in the centre of the city, and on the way we passed a large ruined building.  Even some of the lived-in buildings here look ruined to my eyes, but this one was different.  It was a supermarket, but had no activity, yet its large sign atop a great pole still stood out on the skyline.  Kelly told me about what happened there on August 1st 2004, the last day it lived: it was a Sunday when many families were shopping, and the supermarket was full.  However, a fire had broken out in the building, and the owner, with a clearly dim view of humanity, thought the hundreds of shoppers, if alerted to the fire, would grab things and run out without paying, so he ordered the doors be locked and the people kept inside.  The fire spread and engulfed the entire building.  394 children, women and men had no escape and were burned to death in order to save this man from losing some of his toothpaste and toilet paper.  Someone recently labeled it the Paraguayan 9/11 due to the great loss of life and the evil behind it.


Over the course of 3 months I have passed the supermarket and have learned a bit more about it, such as the puny sentence the guilty man received, how the architect who designed it designed it without emergency exits, and how many families and orphans sought some form of compensation for what nothing could compensate them for.


The burned-out ruin became a shrine, a place or remembrance of the many victims.  I had the opportunity to visit it yesterday with Mike.  I don't know what I expected to find when I went, but it turned out to be a truly dark place.  The shrine occupied what seemed like the only intact room left, and it looked out onto the street where through caged walls passers-by could see a series of shrines built like a wall of pigeonholes filled with pictures of the lost (so many young), symbols and religious imagery.


Mike and I went up the stairwell to look into the main hall which had now been cleared of rubble.  It stank of urine and there were large pools of vile, green liquid we had to manoeuvre through.  There was a great spiritual darkness there, and although it was mid-day, it felt like a bleak, final midnight inside the darker recesses.  Here are some of the pictures of a most tragic place.


Graffiti covers many of the walls.

The sign from below.

The underground carpark that seemed highly dangerous even at midday.

Plaster hanging from the ceiling.

Mike, on an island in the middle of urine and algae photographs an ominous doorway.

A window looking out into the main hall.

A hole in the ground leading to a lower level.

The main hall now removed of debris.  A place where hundreds of people were burned to death.

Graffitied walls with a cable that forms a cross in the window.  The words behind it are true, 'Dios no es religion, es relacion.' (God is not religion, is relationship).

These 2 women ran around the building hiding from nobody and laughing.

A room had exhibits in glass cases.  These are perfume bottles burned in the fire.

The back entrance.

Posters of some of the victims.

Slogans made prior to 2006 when some form of 'justice' came.  5 years in prison for the one who ordered the doors to be locked.

Some of the shrines.

A group of the younger ones lost.

Under a stairwell next to the now open exit are dozens of hand-prints painted onto the wall.

The underground.

The lifeless back hall.

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