DAY 115: I don't know if was the daze and confusion of a slight hangover from partying the night before, but all day Lara and I just acted silly and stupid like Harry and Lloyd in 1994's Dumb and Dumber.

MY MORNING STARTED groggily in time for breakfast in the cafeteria, where I met Oren. The Israeli proved to me once again how small the world is; he had family in my hometown of Teaneck, NJ and grew up in a house across the street from the club Jimmy's in Morristown, NJ where I had been to a couple of times. We chatted a bit until I met up with Lara at poolside (picture below). Both of us were still dazed and confused, but content with the sunny new day.

Lara set out and sunbathed while I struggled at a table with my journal without much motivation -- but I kept on going anyway until I was all up to schedule, at least by hand. Lara was attacked by mini-Lara, a five-year-old staying in her dorm room with her mother that absolutely loved that Lara had the same name as her -- making Lara her new best friend. Mini-Lara jumped on her back in the pool, making Lara's morning a little harder to overcome from the night before.

Meanwhile outside the pool, I noticed the German pair from our tour -- one portly older woman and a younger late-teen boy -- who everyone assumed as mother and son -- until I noticed the latter rub suntan lotion all over the former. Turned off, I thought they might be something else and shared my theories with Lara when I joined her in the pool, keeping my stitched-up head above water.

"You think they're doing it?" Lara said like a schoolgirl.

"Oh, c'mon... awww... you just put an image in my head."

The questionable Germans entered the pool and continued their ambigous behavior. One glance over to them and Lara and I couldn't stop giggling like immature school children.

"I dunno, maybe it's his 'special' aunt," I said.

"Shhh... I think the guy speaks English."

THE TWO OF US ALLOTTED THE DAY to just be lazy and figure out what to do the next day. We had the idea of going into Asuncion, Paraguay for a couple of days as it was only five hours away by bus, so we decided to go into town to the international bus station to investigate. I took three public buses to get there, which took a lot of waiting, which meant a lot of time for random things to pop in our heads like the characters in the Farrelly brothers movie.

"The Vengabus is coming, the Vengabus is coming..." Lara started singing even before the bus was ever in sight. I joined in with the bassline and melody only to have the other people ignore us with deadpan faces. I continued to sing randomly Crazy Town's "Butterfly" since the day before ("Come my lady, come come my lady, you're my butterfly, sugar, baby..."), but nothing topped Lara's constant rendition of Montell Jordan's "This is How We Do it," followed by her dancing The Running Man.

"Thi-is is how we do-o i-it..." she'd start off and then go into the dance made popular by M.C. Hammer in the early 1990s.

ON THE SECOND BUS RIDE INTO TOWN, we giggled about the sleeping woman on the bus that looked like she had three boobs and then got on the third bus to the international terminal. We found a bus that would take us into Paraguay and gave our passports for the purchase of tickets.

"[North American? You need a visa,]" the guy informed me.

After inquiries at an information booth, we discovered that I needed to wait on-line at the Paraguyan consulate with a proof of exit, money and the visa fee of $45 -- I felt it wasn't worth the hassle for a mere two-day jaunt for the sake of a passport stamp. I told Lara she could go without me -- Brits get in with no problem -- but she decided to blow it off and find some other adventure on the coast with me.

AFTER AN EARLY STEAK DINNER at our usual sidewalk cafe in town -- complete with our usual confusion trying to decipher the menu -- our Dumb and Dumber day continued when we walked towards the supermarket.

"Thi-is is how we do-o i-it..." Lara started up again with her Running Man dance in the middle of the road.

"Uh, stop," I said.

She kept going.

"Uh, hold up," I said. "Cars. Cars are coming."

Lara stopped her dance, looked over at the oncoming traffic and moved before almost getting run over. I told her it was a shame she didn't because then she could have answered the stupid random question I asked her: "Have you ever wondered what it feels like to be hit by a car?"

WE WENT INTO THE SUPERMARKET, the two 29-year-olds we were and bought frosted flakes, chocolate milk and ice cream like a couple of ten-year-olds. We went back to the central terminal -- where the sign that hit me had been rehung -- and hopped on the bus back out of the city, passing by the local McDonald's.

"A Pizza Hut, A Pizza Hut, Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut. McDonald's, McDonald's, Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut," Lara sang, remembering the silly British pop hit from the Fast Food Rockers. Her songs were getting sillier and dumber, but I didn't mind.

"Come my lady, come come my lady, you're my butterfly, sugar, baby..." I'd come back with.

A couple of Running Mans later, we were back at the hostel and sat with the four British college girls who were still recuperating from their hangovers. The girls called it an early night so I sat at the table with Justin, the Canadian from my dorm room, and chatted over caipirinhas. I told him about the incident with me and the sign and showed him my stitches.

"Oh, I just thought [your barber] missed a spot."

THREE BIG GROUPS FROM A BRITISH OVERLAND TOUR COMPANY had pulled into the hostel camp and filled the poolside bar area with dozens of people -- it was like a Spring Break pool party. As more drinks were consumed, the Brits started throwing each other into the pool with their clothes still on.

Exhausted, I left the party fairly early, but later learned that the rowdiness escalated to people throwing chairs and tables into the pool -- there were also a lot of broken beer bottles. I was content that I didn't stay out late for all that -- if I had been thrown in the pool with my head still in stitches, it would have made my Dumb and Dumber day just stupid.

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