Best Western CCT Caracas

... has passed these lips now and I am finally content that death is inevitable! (but not on this journey mum). Traversing around the city with Dilza (Tia Dilza) is an experience due to the mass of cars in such a controlled mess. How they dodge each other when driving is impressive. The cross roads are more like being in O.K. coral, and sitting in Dilza's little ...

Bleary eyed we stumbled off the night bus into the huge metropolis that is Caracas - I am sure Julie really enjoyed spending her birthday evening travelling 800km. We jumped in a taxi and headed to our hotel passing a skyscraper with a huge red mug on top of it advertising Nescafe, it must have been 20 feet high, it left me craving one so it obviously worked. There are no hostels in Caracas so we are staying centrally at the Hotel ...

... Yes!! Somehow this experience will affect our lives and shape what we become. I can see it. We enjoy being here it has made us slow down. I look forward to our next step from here. Maybe we will Island hop through the Carribean to the Dominican Republic where NDLL has another ranch of a similar fashion. Maybe we will head to Dubai and look for that job. Maybe we will take a amazon cruise to Paraguy and work as a cowboy and girl for awhile. Maybe we will come home to ...

Alles schoene nimmt mal es aend... Nach dene 3 wunderschoene wuche, i dene ich venezuela han doerfe kaennelerne, isch es gad chli schwer gsi zum Abschiednaeh, aber mer soett ja immer daenn gah, waenns am schoenschte isch... Venezuela ich wunderschoen, maengisch schockierend, vielfaeltig, tueflisch und paradiesisch gsi... Danke fuer di schoen ziit Elisa... z venezuela.... hasta pronto...

... to communicate that there is a lot of mixed information circulating on Venezuela and most of the mainstream press in the West comes from the anti-Chavez camp...that I was interested in the country´s pursuit of an alternative socialism....and that people there should keep on searching for the truth, keep on asking questions, and fight for what they believe in... Elida then invited me to visit her son´s house in Carapita - one of the barrios/rachos in Caracas. We headed over ...

... and pool. We had been to the supermarket and picked up some food for the bbq and enjoyed some nice sausages and a huge slab of beef which went down a treat. We went from being starving to being stuffed in a matter of minutes. The night was excellent with countless beers sampled as we got to try a variety of Venezuelan beers and we also indulged in some table football and it is safe to say that me and ...

... as Id taken their photo the night before (not to mention the loss of the camera and my other photos of course), not that the police would be interested in catching him anyway. Oh, and $300 in traveller cheques (the last 3 in the pile), which I was thankfully able to cancel. Geez, I dont think Ive ever felt so stupid, angry, or ****** off in my whole life. But stupid more than anything. I still cant believe I let it happen, especially as I was able to avoid several other ...

... they were all Italians. We are talking faces painted, dogs in jerseys, a big party. It is also interesting riding the bus around you see lots of political signs. A picture of one is attached. Which basically reads "We are anti-impearialists, for the solidarity of the world". I think.. My spanish is still so so. Lots of signs are basically "Chavez and you, a winning combination".

... got pickpocketed - caught the kids in the act but they had tried to steal from an empty pocket so did little more than scold them. Would be nice to do a whole lot more but being the only white person around I know whose side would have been taken.... Eventually got to the bus station, being redirected to a safe bus stop by locals after being in a high-risk area. Then waited for 4 hours to find my bus had been cancelled and that a ...

... nd f*scin*ting. After the *we inspiring drive through the mount*ins, the museum of sculptures, the swimming (*nd non-swimming) the monkey deb*cle (it still rem*ins to be seen if it's * dis*ster), *nd the spect*cul*r intermingling of p*st *nd future we lo*ded b*ck into the v*ns to finish the d*y with McDon*ld's french fries *nd ice cre*m, which w*s so weird but still kind of fun. Th*t night I st*yed in, *te supper on the ship, *nd w*tched the lights of the b*rrios m*ke outlining ...