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... late in Caracas National Airport, and although our luggage rolls of the carousel satisfyingly quickly, 40 minutes later we are still awaiting Kim's and, of course, Paddle. Fortunately, we have a couple of hours before our flight leaves so we hang around waiting for Kim and Paddle. We finally give up and hot foot it over to the International Airport so we can get checked in for our fight to Colombia. We will sort out poor old Kim and our miscreant Paddle when they ...
... the airport in Macuto (probably staying there for two nights) in a simple hotel. My first impression is that the people I have met so far are friendly and helpful. Tomorrow I am going to check out the seaside and orient myself on local transportation and other practicalities in order to schedule more or less the upcoming weeks in Venezuela. Excursions and hikings to the Angel Falls, Roraima and the Orinoco delta are on my priority list.
Take care and till the next message.
... Puerto Columbia to find some travellers and Merida in the Andes.
Caracas is while overwhelming, its busy and loud, but set in a valley so mountains all around which is really stunning (havne´t quiteworked out photos but will tray and get some up soon) - the shanty towns are areally built up on the mountain face, the houses stacked like boxes and painted in vibrant colours, they look so really pretty but rough and run ...
... at their stop. Yes? Well, these are the people in charge of Caracas Airport.
If there is a machine they can send you through before you go through the machine before you have your bags checked then they have it. If there is a queue you can join to reach another queue to be escorted from to be body scanned then they are policing it. If there is a more sinister face than the one they pull when, in answering their question of 'Where are you coming ...
... notably with regards to backpackers, so an over-priced and worn down room was my only choice for my first night. Nonetheless, I was hopeful for the rest of my trip and eager to begin.
I woke up the next morning at 4.30am with jet-lag kicking in. When the sun rose I went to find food and before I knew it I was tucking into a greasy yet tasty meat-filled empanada. I met up with Billy who took me to the bus station to set-off for my first desired destination, ...