“Driving down deserted early morning roads. Round and round. Round downtown. Through naked streets. Lips pursed on two litre bottles of beer, but pursuing the lips of freedom's night. Swapping cars. Winding up at karaoke bars or Bolsi- the best place in town. For the food. For the folk. For the service. For the crema de papaya. And for that late night dawn's whiskey coffee.” PartyTravelAlcoholBeerProsePoeticTravel WritingTravelingTravellingKaraokeBeatPartiesBeatnikParaguay1111Backpacker1111 Phenomenon11 11 PhenomenonCervezaAsuncion Book:Route Number 11: Argentina, Angels & Alcohol Source: Route Number 11: Argentina, Angels & Alcohol