As is customary in certain regions I ate twelve grapes (or maybe a few more) on December 31st.
Two taxi drivers in Foz do Iguaçu warned us for Paraguay and its corrupt highway police.
Tomorrow morning we will cross the Paraguayan border. I’m not sure what can be done about corrupt highway police except being extremely polite, willing to pay bribes and never stop smiling unless the police man shouts: "Get rid of that ironic smirk on your face!"