Guacamaya Caribay Hotel and Beach Club Playa el Agua

... that are here, all of the locals seem to be amazed by my blue eyes. I would mention something here about Hitler and his ideals, but I’m not meant to be mentioning the war so I shall leave that…

Anyway, back to the beach and its vendors… they are all very friendly, and seem to be quite quick to propose marriage. At least now I know that if I find myself lonely and considering buying a cat I can come here and find a ...

... 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 ...

... avisar no hotel de Aruba que íamos atrasar. Tentou falar inglês, espanhol e até francês e no final deu certo. Curioso foi percebermos quando chegamos a Aruba que a menina do telefone era portuguesa!!!! hehhe!!!
Continuando em Caracas....enfim saímos de dessa cidade as 21hrs e chegando em Curaçao o vôo estava..... longe.... já tinha ido a muito tempo para Aruba, afinal tínhamos chegado ao primeiro mundo, né?!

... Aldaar 1,5 gewacht waarna we alsnog naar Porlamar konden vliegen. Ik had inmiddels uitgerekend dat het 1u locale tijd zou zijn bij aankomst (ipv 17:00)... Op zich geen probleem ware het niet dat ik nog geen slaapplaats had... godver!! Al mijn medepassagiers hadden een vooraf geboekte vakantie en werden bij aankomst dan ook keurig opgehaald. Sta je dan... 1u ´s nachts op een vliegveld in een land waar je de taal niet spreekt... godver!! Reste mij niets anders dan een taxi ...

... an american area, with luxurious malls, bars and restaurants. Altamira is also a cool area, so is the Centro during the day, where we can find nice buildings and original architecture. We left Caracas on the 24th to go to Puerto la Cruz, a mid-size city right on the water. Nothing exceptional about it, but we met a super nice guy in the bus (5 hours of transportation... we had time to meet people!). He's from Iceland but has ...

Well, time to leave Santa Fe! We awoke crack of dawn to get packed and showered and into our usual Backpackers uniform of zipoff trousers, hiking boots and some sort of shirt that does not show the sweat too easily. I was convinced my little black pencil case which has all my most sentimental items was "lost" which went to stolen soon after it became apparent it was gone. Unpack, repack, recheck everything and every corner. Then after the boss suggested checking under the ...

I went with Eduardo and Rene, his friend, for a ride around the Macanau pensinsula. Margarita is split into two parts - the modern and the traditional, poorer region, Macanau, with a dwindling population, lack of roads & infrastructure, water and electricity- shortages and the existence of some mafia. In fact, the mafia exist in the other part of the island too. I was surprised to hear of over 5 of Eduardo´s acquaintances being involved with or ...

After Canaima National Park and Angel Falls, I was headed to the famous Isla de Margarita, an island in northern Venezuela, in the Caribbean Ocean.

I got there with a ferry from Puerto La Cruz, which was just about the most classy ferry I've ever stepped on board on. It was more like how I'd imagine the cruise ships to look like - but then they must look even better. On the ferry I got to know a few Venezuelans who shared a table with me ...

... var paa spansk. Vi ante tidlig i filmen at dette kunne bli problematisk, og selv om Malene forstaar det meste, er det en litt ugunstig situasjon og sitte og oversette en hel film. Naa endte det heldigvis bra. Filmen viste seg, i beste Mel Gibson aand, aa vaere ganske saa enkel. Litt som aa bare se paa bildene i en tegneserie, man faar liksom med seg poengene. Saa gaar no' dagan. I morgen skal vi altsaa paa stranden...

... Mais ça va être amusant. La météo n'est pas la meilleure, malheureusement. La Guadeloupe est sous les nuages et je ne verrai pas grand-chose de ce morceau de mon pays d'origine que je ne connais pas encore. Je ne résiste pas à l'envie d'appeler maman. A 4000 mètres d'altitude au-dessus du sol français, j'ai un signal. Ça va me coûte la peau de tout le corps, mais qu'est-ce que c'est en comparaison du bonheur d'une mère. Et voici Marie-Galante. Une autre célèbre île française ...