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... colonial rule all the way to the borders of Argentina.
Previously named Angostura, Ciudad Bolivar was the base for Bolivar's military operations that led to independence in 1817. Bolivar's 'Gran Colombia' dream of a unified republic comprising Venezuela, Colombia and Ecuador lasted only 10 years before the countries split.
The 'Casco Historico' (historic centre) is one of ...
... Buckley, a native from the indigenous village of Canaima. We spent the morning exploring with our new venezuelan friends; sisters Maria and Mari, and Mari's German boyfriend of four days, Andy.
After lunch we all bundled together in a motorised canoe to cross the lagoon and hike up the rocky mountains. At the top we were greeted with the most spectacular sight. It's hard to explain how it feels to stand ten metres away from a rainbow, shining through the mist of ...
... nice and splash out on a bathroom – after 3 days in the jungle I was ready for a treat. Posada Don Carlos is in a lovely old colonial building in the colonial centre – you can see why they picked this location – commanding views over the Orinoco in 2 directions.
Unfortunately everything shuts down really early, by 6 at the latest but many places before that! I was in a rush to grab some good grub and find ...
... very hot conditions. When we arrived it was dry but you could clearly see how impressive it could be when hundreds of gallons of water cascade over the rocks. When we returned to the boat we dropped most of our gear off for a walk behind one the larger falls. Getting wet was a pleasant relief from the heat; an enormous amount of water was falling just above us. The noise must be deafening in the wetter months. Towels on it was time to return ...
... tight into a loose pony-tail, inquisitive but happy to keep to herself just as much. She was nursing a head-cold, sniffling and wiping a nose that was red and chapped from repeated wipes. She said it was from the stress of her MBA.
Her surprise (and it has to be said, concern) at my impending adventure in Venezuela put me ill-at-ease so much so that she agreed to be my airport and transfer guide.
We exchanged background stories, I gave her some meds for her cold and ...