Celuisma Puerta del Sol Playa el Agua

... scene of the imprisonment in 1816 of Luisa Caceres de Arismendi, wife of one of the leading combatants against Spanish imperialism, and a local heroine. She was 16 years old at the time and wife to the Governor of Margarita. It was intended that through her capture she would spill the beans on where her husband was. She was thrown into a small dark room, feed and watered through a hole in the door, and lost her un-born baby as a result of the deprivation ...

... this one includes all food and drink up to 11pm – fantastic, my first all inclusive experience whilst backpacking! I even have a hairdryer and a fridge in my room, so it is very luxurious. They don’t speak any English here (but do know a little German), so somehow I am managing to get by on my amazing Spanish skills :s I think my most in-depth conversation has been with Guaco the parrot that sits by reception and can only ...

... albeit an experience. We bought the pemier substandard tickets (I do not know either!) although not taking full advantage of the "Pemier" style up the stairs behind the Canteen on the lower decks!!! (see why we were fooled) Look at the pic. It was not too bad but daunting nonetheless. As for Margarita I did not stay long, wanting to get to Salto Angel ...

... mesmo e jogando futebol com os venezuelanos que por sinal são muito gente boa!<br> No dia de ir embora um belo perrengue. A estrada estava fechada devido a um protesto contra Hugo Chavez. No desespero para não perder primeiro voo do dia (eram três até Aruba) coloquei o carro na contramão passando pelo canteiro da pista e fui embora por terrenos alternativos seguindo meia dúzia de carros que alternavam de terrenos ...

Zo daar zit ik dan op Isla Margarita... het was lastig genoeg om er te komen dat wel; Op schiphol aangekomen was er gelijk al een vertraging van 2u, Arke Fly ¨kost niks, maar dan heb je ook niks¨... 9u, 2 kleffe maaltijden en geen onboard entertainment (moest los voor betaald worden) later kwam de captain met de mededeling dat het weer boven Isla Margarita te slecht was om te landen en dat we 1st naar Curacao zouden vliegen... Ah nee he, geen Curacao!!!! Dus toch naar curacao ...

Hola a todos! I'm in Venezuela since the 22nd, and it is a huge change since Miami! Ben arrived one day later that me because he missed his flight in France, so my first night in Caracas was kind of hectic! What a mission to find a hotel there, something not too expensive but not too dangerous either... Thanks God people here are really nice, so I finally found a place to sleep much better than under a bridge! :-) Caracas is ...

... officially over. I had a great time and got lots of one on one attention and body contact from totally hot local guy. I made a lovely new friend in Tatiana, I got the hang of the kite and feel of the board, next time I will just have to take more lessons more regularly! Isla de Margarita was a great place to learn I just wish the lessons where a lot cheaper! So I didn`t manage to kite surf or even stand up on the board but I did get a nick name out of the whole show, Kite Killer! Awesome!!

... Cinematecas - the free state cinemas intended to bring culture to the masses. I have been hanging out with Eduardo, Najla, Marco and their friends...and a German friend, Damien, I made in Merida. We went to a fair few beaches, bars (a really nice one right on the waterfront, complete with live music..including a set by a really talented Cuban artist living in Macanao who has aparently performed for Fidel several times!). Marco is a really ...

... back, but she had told me to go to the airport, get my ticket there and pay in Bolivares. Boy, did that pay off, because I got the ticket for the 35 minutes flight to Caracas for only $20 USD, since I had changed into Bolivares on the black market! The Check-in and Security was super fast, got into the plane and off it went. A great flight, besides the fact that my stomach was feeling like ****, probably from something I had eaten the day before.<br>

We left the Posada in Puerto Columbia, having politely declined a free nights accommodation, only to find there was a bus strike in Maracay. With hardly any money left and thinking it would probably be quite rude to go back to the Posada, having just packed and said our goodbyes, and ask if the free nights accomodation still stood, we decided to share the 2 hour taxi drive back to Maracay with another English couple, at least there we could find an ever elusive cash machine. Sitting on our ...