Altimar Suites Caracas

First things first -- cola means queue in Spanish and there is a hell of a lot in Caracas. It is a mad city, I have never seen anyhing like it but so very beautiful. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I am still alive!






I have made new friends called Guacharacas, which are basically pteradactyls. They screech like a rat caught in a ...

... of going into the city to look for a hotel on a Friday night, so it was my intention to stay in the airport until daybreak before heading down town in a city of 6million people.. I changed flights in Curacao and was siting in my seat. It was one of those times when you see a beautiful girl walking down the isle and wonder if her seat is next to yours. So when she does come and sit next to you, you cant help but smile just a ...

... do what we are trying to tell them. They use the language as a barrier or at least it seems that way. Just mention the name ´Sawtella´ and it will get done. Amy and I sit down for meals with five screaming boys on a daily basis and practice our patience and I try not to laugh as it only encourages them. It has rained cats and dogs for the last 4 days mainly through the night and clears a little in the arvo making it muggy. But I think we both prefer this weather, the ...

... nicht verstanden hatte), gaben sie sich keine grosse Muehe, langsamer zu sprechen... Irgendwie kaufte ich dann mein Ticket bei Aserca Airlines und die Warterei ging weiter. Ich checkte mein Gepaeck ein und lief zurueck zum internationalen Terminal: Da gab´s sogar ein Internet-Café, aber nur ein Computer funktionierte, und der war natuerlich besetzt. Mit einem Subway-Sandwich verging eine weitere halbe Stunde. Dann ging ich zum Schalter der ...

... analyses. She said that Chavez had actually won the elections by a margin, but had given the victory to the opposition so as to avoid a blood bath here. She said that a lot of people were actually scared to go out and vote as the far right had organised themselves quite well and were manipulating some towns. She went on to describe that some Colombian paramilitaries were present in Caracas yesterday, supporting the far right, in case things didn´t go their way. I was also ...

20th October 2007 - Day 131 So, after catching quite possibly the worst bus of our entire time in South America, we arrived back in Caracas tired and very hungry. We managed to contact Homero who was busy running errands so we had a couple of hours to wait in downtown Caracas where we got a drink and enjoyed the sun. Homero picked us up and took us back to his place where we took well needed showers after 4 ...

... Apparently I had to dial 0068 or something, but I couldnt get anything to work. So, off to the internet cafe.....took forever to find one, and of course...all the PCs were busy. Anyways, u all know where this is heading....he eventually came back, I accused him of taking my money, he said of course he didnt, he just took my bag coz he didnt want anyone else to steal it and Id left it on the ground.....and I still had my backpacks, camera, and everything else back in his ...

... activities. After two days of mostly passive Deporte (football on big screen), a lot of beer tasting and some Salsa we decided to steel our body and do some real exercise. I am still unsure how I survived the Canyoning (don't tell my mum what kind of sport this is) and the Mountainbiking but I am sure that in two weeks from now I will tell you it was amazing, fantastic, spectacular....simply chevere!

... a cross between owls and eagles and are about the same size generally. The cave was called Cueva del Guacharo near Caripe and it took another long hard slog to get there jumping aboard numerous buses with my not-so-small backpack. Then headed to Mochima on the Caribbean coast to get out to the Mochima National Park to do some diving. Had a pleasant couple of days diving and passed my 60 dive mark... now just gotta become a Divemaster ...

... the drums, though *g*in I just elected to w*tch *nd le*rn r*ther th*n le*p out *nd emb*rr*ss everyone with my ineptitude. It w*s pretty f*nt*stic to be there, in the middle of the Venezuel*n r*inforest with old f*shioned outdoor h*tched huts *nd modern p*ved ro*ds, w*tching kids, dressed like *ny kids in *ny p*rt of the modern-western world, imit*ting their p*rents yet *dding * modern-western spin to it. And the *dults performing * highly speci*lized music*l *rt on some *m*zing ...