Hilton Caracas

... cards over pizza. We havent really had the chance to enjoy Venezuela but it looks beautiful from the bus window and the Arripa stuffed with chicken was DELISH!!!! So we add Venezuela to our ever growing to do again list. We are now heading to Miami for a quick 8 hour stop over before our flight to Phoenix to visit some of Jesses family. Lots of Love and peace to you all, from the fast moving Bek and Jesse train.

... t for that bar!! Oh i was not very well prepared tho. I went up on flip flops so i know have a lovely pair of sock which i had to buy, Its pretty much my only souvenir of my trip a lovely pair of white socks with the Venezuela flag (nice) I have not been feeling that great the last week or so, i had no energy at all , plus ...

... waiting to catch another bus up. Unfortunately, all the buses that passed by were full. I was ready to call it quits and catch a bus back when Marisol, the lady I was speaking to on the bus, pulls me away from the group. We meet up with another stranded fellow, Jaime, a large rounded man dressed in a navy blue business suit. We end up taking a taxi to El Junquito. Our taxi driver was a frail old man he spoke with a ...

Komische Stadt, dieses Caracas! Und irgendwie unheimlich! Wie schön wäre es gewesen, von unserem tollen Bogotá aus heimzufliegen. Doch Kolumbien, das durch Drogenhandel, Entführungen und Morde zu zweifelhafter Berühmtheit gelangt war, hatte anfangs nicht auf unserer Reiseroute gelegen und so hieß unser Ort des Abschieds von Südamerika wohl Caracas. Das beinhaltete ein neues Land und somit einen Grenzübergang und eine neue Währung. Dank einer interessanten Diskrepanz ...

... to your seat and the crowd mixes their team chants with political ones but despite our vocal support the team loses with out scoring a single run. On the way out Gerardo and Luisa conduct an impromptu political poll from the window of the car; from what I can tell the results seem fairly even although the cheaper and nastier the car the more likely they are to be 'Chavistas' while shouts of 'Atrevete' resound from the windows of beamers and SUVs. That evening we meet up with my other ...

... and catching up with the closest of friends flying out of Caracas this morning left me feeling sad and a little lost. It was like I was leaving something behind and in a big way I think I did. 4 months wasn't enough to explore 1 country let alone 6 and I feel as if I didn't achieve anything as it was over so fast. ... Oops hold that thought my very non Spanish speaking American Airlines hostess has just handed me some cheese and crackers and I've ordered ...

... them to. The general consensus seems to be that the poor love him and the rich businessmen / Americans hate him. Never one to care too much about British politics I'm sad we're actually leaving Venezuelan politics behind. I've enjoyed the political conversation with locals and other backpackers and will avidly be checking the political news from afar. Friendliness Ok, apart from the guys who pick pocketed Andy, the Venezuelan peoples attitudes and ...

... nd yummy, but re*lly the only w*y to describe the flesh is BRAIN-LIKE, it w*s kind of creepy th*t w*y. When we got b*ck to the ship we s*w th*t the b*rrios ne*rby were burning something, possibly g*rb*ge, *nd I smelled REALLY BAD, but the wind picked up *nd it got be*r*ble, but EW. Th*t night I *te supper on the ship *nd went to bed e*rly, I w*s so exh*usted. D*y Four, Out of Time, Out of Energy, *nd Out of Boliv*res (Venezuel*n Money) Tod*y I pl*yed it che*p. I slept in * bit ...