Agroturismo Cabanas Montes Los Tatuyes Merida

Well after 6 days in Tagainga I decided it was time to move on before I ended up becomming a dive instructor!!!!<br>Made it to Mèrida after 24 hours of travel (a few busses etc....) It`s a really lovely place in the Andies and so went for a wonder about to see what was what.<br><br>Ìt`s allso the adventure hot spot so dropped in on an agency to see what I could do and ended up 5 mins later in the back of a 4x4 going up the hill to the top of the canyon to try my had at canyonning ...

... feet. When the clouds recede, you find yourself in the middle of incredible landscapes, jagged snow dusted mountains, weird plains and plateuas, lakes, and all sorts of strange plants. The occasional mountain folk you bump into are just as surreal, with rosy cheeks, tabacco stained teeth, a sing songy accent and the everpresent bottle of miche, the local firewater. I can't imagine how bizzare this place would seem with some chemical assistance...

... immigration office and got our exit stamps. Then we walked across the bridge to the Venezuelan border. Advice to anyone doing this is bring a hanky because the fumes from the traffic and idling trucks waiting will shorten your life! At the other side we walked to the town and had our passports stamped. No problem. No bribes required. We found where the por puesto minibus left San Antonio for San Christóbal and enjoyed a 2hr trip up through the mountains. The bus was ...

... has about 20 houses, one posada, one bodega (a tiny store), one school...and that's about it! Because of the hight, it was really cold up there, and we looked like 3 frozen tourists in search for heat all the time! Unfortunately, we are still in the rain season, so it starts raining every afternoon around 3pm, which shortens the day a lot. But after beeing soaked the first day, we decided it was better to avoid the rain in the future, so we adapted our schedules ...

... day I don´t think they thought we would make it. But they underestimated the powerhouse that is Barbara and Briget... whatever Barbs might say I reckon we set off at a healthy pace, though when we thought we should be half way we met a man who told us we still had at least 2hrs30 to go. We decided that whatever happened we would turn around after 4 hours, at 12.30 in order to have time to make it back to the bottom and possibly have time to ...

... should have had a beer before). A helmet was donned and the paragliding instructor strapped me in and after tugging on the parachute ran over the edge of the hill. What a feeling! The first few seconds of running and lift off are scary but after that its all peacefull gliding through the air like a bird. After 10 minutes of flying the instructor asked me something in Spanish to which I replied "si, si". I didn't fully understand what he meant but soon found out when he tilted ...

... yet ready for socialism, which to me has echoes of revolutionary van-guards. But that comment underscores the point about this referendum - Chavez himself talks about it as a vital step in the revolution to a socialist state, and its defeat is significant beyond the symbolism. The United States seems to have commented undiplomatically that the result was a 'good omen'. As to what it was an omen of, was left unstated. I haven't followed the ...

... spaeter - kochen wir uns feine nudeln mit tomatensosse und gehen langsam wieder ins bett. am naechsten tag steigen wir in zwei stunden schnell ab und kommen wieder in merida, in unserer deutschen unterkunft gut an, wo wir auch die nacht verbringen werden. morgen soll es dann weiter richtung barinas gehen, allerdings im rahmen einer gefuehrten tour, die allerhand sehenswertes, wie nette staedtchen und eine kleine wanderung sowie eine raftingtour verspricht.

... s heat and you know, transform it into electricity.¨ Catch the heat? What? Where am I? Anyway, while minutes of my life are being wasted, Cesar has located his first frog in the pitch black, easily pulling the small guy aboard the boat for observation. After releasing it, he goes back to work, closing his eyes in concentration and listening for the frogs in the distance. He tells the driver right, then left, over here ...

... her troubles was treated as the jam in a man sandwich on the dancefloor. She lunged for the bucket of booze like a drowning man grabbing a life preserver. The two dancing lotharios somewhat perturbed by their victims drinking prowess moved on. "Ahhh La bomba good, dancing bad" muttered Jacques or at least in my drunken head she did. And so the night went by in a flash. We made it home by around 3:30 in the morning. Pity the Lea that had to make it into Spanish ...