Radisson Eurobuilding Caracas

... his pocket which was probably from one of our visits to the parks and nothing that surprised us. However, the officer rolled the leaf in a bit of scrap paper he had and called it a joint. Pierre:Paul asked for us to be taken to a police station for a more official opinion of the situation, but they took us to a back alley instead. On our way, we passed another officer who I begged to help us, but he only shrugged. As Pierre:Paul negotiated and argued with the officers ...

... in the Mountain Top Cloud forest setting of Venezuela. Yes we made it and have commited to a period of 1 month here. We seemed to have perfectly fit and in the words of the Ranch Co-ordinator (Sarde) we are like an answer to their prayers. I should explain how the place is setup as your understanding of a ranch is most likely different to what it is here. There is one communal area consisting of 2 stories, refectory, office and three small residences for Uncles ...

... Das hatte ich noch nirgends so extrem **lebt wie hi**... (Uebrigens: Ich hatte am Flughafen in Pu**to Ordaz eine Frau gesehen, die dann auch im selben Flieg** war. So weit, so gut. Ich kaufte dann ein Ticket fu** die Busfahrt ins Zentrum von Caracas und die Frau sass im selben Bus. "Wow, schon wied**!?", dachte ich. Als ich auf die U-Bahn umstieg, "v**lor ich sie aus den Augen". Als sie dann ab** auch noch im selben Hotel auftauchte, glaubte ich meinen Augen ...

We had an early flight to Caracas via San Jose (not on the way clearly but all cheaper flights in South America take you on tiki tours.) We bunked down at the airport all evening, looking wistfully through to the shiny duty free area denied us without a boarding pass. When we could finally check in at 3.30am the lady at the desk bewildered us with a Spanish monologue of which we understood one word: manaña (tomorrow). We then had to ask her questions in Spanish to try ...

Well after several long haul flights i arrived in Caracas Venezuela....... known as the most dangerous city in South America..... not the gentliest of introductions to Latin America!!!! We stayed for afew days as it was samana santa (easter week), checked out the Plaza Bolivar (Simon Bolivar - who gave venezueala their independence) then got outta there to Puerto La Cruz

Got up at 9 with a knock from a cleaning lady. Decided to stay another day and night, and see Caracas by day. Went out on the town for some breakfast. Steps outside of the hotel is Place Bolivar. He is seen as a saviour here as he lead the revolution and every town with more than 10 people has at least one Place Bolivar. Walked around and decided to try a street vendor for some breaky. We had a Grande Combo which included 2 pieces of fried pastry ...

My social life here is already very rich. Had a very nice weekend with a parties on Friday and Saturday and a day on the beach on Sunday. I already have plenty of friends and I am very talented in salsa and marengue. The purpose of this entry is however to send some pictures of me me me, so my mum and Giorgos stop complaining and can show to their friends how gorgeous and fantastic I am. All others can ignore this self-focused section....

... into the Hilton again for one more night before waking up still in Caracas with a sense of deja vu. I quickly popped out alone (with everything in my body wallet now and nowt but loose change in my pocket) leaving Lea to recover by the pool, in order to see if the bus company would change our bus tickets to Merida from yesterday to tonight. Luckily they had no issue and changed it without hassle or charge. Yippee. On the way back from the tube with me still giving suspicious looks ...

... in Las Mercedes that is owned by a Venezuelan celebrity. The place was themed after the "Llanos" or plains. The "Llanos" culture of Venezuela is basically what we would call the Cowboy or Western culture in the US. Many Venezuelans identify to some degree with the Llanos culture, including a lot of the inhabitants of the ranchitos. The food was good and featured a root native of Venezuela called "yaca". The bus took us to the Colonial Art Museum in ...