The road climbs through Porto Amazonas and Irati into increasingly wooded, hillier country, and by mid-afternoon reaches Prudentópolis — a town that looks, and sounds, like nowhere else in Paraná. Around three-quarters of its population descends from Ukrainian families who arrived from Galicia starting in the 1890s, and Mass here is still said in Ukrainian. The centerpiece is the Igreja Matriz São Josafat, a Byzantine-rite cathedral finished in 1928, its five silver domes rising incongruously out of a landscape otherwise defined by araucaria pines. A short walk around the church and the streets nearby is enough to take in how completely this town kept hold of what its founders brought with them.
From Prudentópolis, the road crosses into Guarapuava's territory at the Rio Xaxim and climbs the Serra da Esperança for the day's final stretch. Guarapuava takes its name from the Tupi-Guarani for "fierce wolf," given to these grasslands when a royal expedition first pushed into them in 1810; today, at some 3,670 ft (1,120 m), it's high and cool enough to have become Brazil's official capital of barley and malt. There's no agenda for the evening — after a morning in Curitiba, a colony, and a cathedral, this is simply where the day ends.
Deleting this waypoint is permanent and cannot be undone.