I´m in Paraguay now on my first day here and I really like it. The people are wonderful and so is this fine Gran Hotel in the capital city, Asuncion. But first, I have a backlog of journal entries about Brazil which I need to turn into blogs. There´s a long one about my visit to the world famous waterfalls here, but I haven´t had much computer time since I spent most of Monday on the bus. Here´s a short one I wrote while still in Brazil at the Klein Hostel in Iguazu Falls:
Who in the world takes naps at the hostel in the afternoon? I do! The bunkroom is air-conditioned and empty while most guests are out cooking themselves in the crowd at Iguazu Falls. Besides, I cherish naps and have a good working agreement between me and my body.
But, there´s a big Brazilian family here which apparently views this hostel as a destination resort…as I obviously do. In addition to several sets of adults there are two lively children: a fourteen-year-old boy and a seven-year-old girl. From my sarong-shielded lower bunk I woke to sharp girlish screams; thrumming bass-note music; loud men´s voices and whatall else I do not know.
`Entropy has set in here!` groaned I, proud that such a thermodynamic term had suggested itself to my mind.
Entropy – Nature changes from order to disorder in isolated situations.
From that bunkbed, things sure sounded disordered. Hmmmm? Perhaps I could introduce order simply by appearing upon the scene… in the same way that the observer can often affect the observed situation. So I got up and staggered out. Sure enough, without my saying a word, the girl´s screams turned to laughter; the music quality changed, and the strident conversation ended. Order reappeared magically! This family is actually very nice and they have introduced me to a truly delicious new barbeque meat: Chicken hearts kabob! Ohmigosh! So delicious! You just skewer a bunch of chicken hearts (very cheap meat), salt lightly and put them on the grill.
This sort of entropy & observer-affective thinking has been spurred by the book I´m reading now: The Source Field Investigations by David Wilcock. Awfully good, as I believe I´ve mentioned before.
Here´s another observance from around the hostel pool: I´ve been watching two Brazilian girls and two Dutch girls in their early twenties lounging beside the pool. These four good-looking girls have almost-identical, perfect bikini bodies which they `wear` nonchalantly knowing that they look good from any angle. However, they all appear to be chain-smokers and beer drinkers, continuing to look like innocent models as they pull on cigarettes, long-necked bottles or beer cans.
I could have named this blog: Do You Want Your Beauty Early or Late? How many cool young women turn into hefty forty-year-olds with smoker´s cough? Somehow, that very nonchalance induces a supposed immunity to all thing unattractive. Their menfolk, even now, are thickening in the midsection as they pass around the beer cans. Yet, the youthful flirting goes on.
I remember wondering where all the Ukrainian beauties had gone to when I observed that country´s motherly class. Those young beauties were still there inside, morphed into their next stage of life. Next will come the babushka headscarf for the final twenty years. That was another continent, another culture, another time in my own life; but I´m still watching lovely girls live like there´s no tomorrow here in South America. Give the others forty or fifty years of healthy eating, smoke-free lungs and only an occasional beer around the pool on a hot day and they´ll show those girls a thing or two!