Dec. 2: third-world countries' embassy are crazy.

Last night Tara and I met up with a friend she met while she stayed in a hostel in Chile. He's been traveling the last three years and is headed back to Australia in a couple of weeks because he's finally ran out of money.

He's staying with a friend here who also knew some people here, who knew some other people here. There ended up being eight of us there.

It's cool how people here who are traveling are friendly and like to meet up in other cities or countries. When I tried to talk to people when I stayed in hostels in the States, most people just shut down and aren't as friendly.

I've met people so far from Denmark, Australia, Germany, England and France. Oh, and Israel. Everyone in Israel is required to serve in the military for two or three years, depending on their gender, then apparently traveling the world is what comes next. Everyone we meet is traveling, or has been, for six months or more, if not a year or longer. I thought five weeks was a long time to travel.

Tara and I spent the day apart. I had to go to the Paraguay embassy to pick up my visa. We went yesterday to apply for one. I really wasn't what I'd expected, it was more of a cluster than anything I've ever seen before.

After we were done applying for it, we had to pay for it. All the money goes though one window, everything was done though windows while everyone waited in the foyer.

We had to wait like two hours for them to call our names so we could pay.

I found the building on the map and figured out the best way to get there. The Washington Monument -look-alike makes a great terrain association feature, which makes finding things easier in this area.

I asked the lady at our hostel's front desk to write down what I wanted to ask the man at the window. I felt pretty good about being able to find the place on my own and for finding a solution to the language barrier.

When I got there, everything went according to the plan, until they asked for my receipt. The one Tara was keeping with hers that I had forgotten about until that point. The same one she left at the hostel but didn't tell me about, so I'm going to have to go back tomorrow.

From there I went to Plaza de Congress and saw their congress building. Then I went back to the hostel to eat lunch and sleep off my hangover.

When I awoke, I took a taxi to this cemetery I had heard a lot about. However, it was close when I got there but I was still able to see the tombs from openings in the gates and they stood over the wall. Each tomb is its own room, or small building, where entire families are buried.

Tara went while they were open and spent three hours walking around, then this old guy gave her a tour of the place and even had keys so she got to see inside of one. She said it was creepy.

After that I walked around and realized that everything in this city is even rally old or a shopping center. It kinda made me bored of this city so I walked back to the hostel and started writing.

Then I spent sometime talking to my mom. It was good to talk to her, I hadn't talked to her since she dropped me off at the airport.