Villa El Griego Margarita Island

... scene of the imprisonment in 1816 of Luisa Caceres de Arismendi, wife of one of the leading combatants against Spanish imperialism, and a local heroine. She was 16 years old at the time and wife to the Governor of Margarita. It was intended that through her capture she would spill the beans on where her husband was. She was thrown into a small dark room, feed and watered through a hole in the door, and lost her un-born baby as a result of the deprivation ...

... inclusive beers and cocktails with the other guests. Despite reassurances from my new friends off the beach that it is safe for me to go out around here (but only if I go with them), I decided the sensible option would be to stay in! Oh, the joys of being a girl alone. Here at the hotel there are plenty of people, so I’ve had some fun. I’ve not met any other English people, but have met an interesting mix of people including one ...

... I am so glad, it is imense!! (to follow).<br><br>My Spanish is coming along nicely. I was speaking with the cleaner of Tita in the morning of leaving and wanted her to slow down, so I did......."muy desayuno, por favor", she must think he is crazy asking for very breakfast! I will not forget now how to say "mas despacio"!!!! But this was fun tambien. <br>

... mesmo e jogando futebol com os venezuelanos que por sinal são muito gente boa!<br> No dia de ir embora um belo perrengue. A estrada estava fechada devido a um protesto contra Hugo Chavez. No desespero para não perder primeiro voo do dia (eram três até Aruba) coloquei o carro na contramão passando pelo canteiro da pista e fui embora por terrenos alternativos seguindo meia dúzia de carros que alternavam de terrenos ...

... only 10 kms wide and so we were driving through what looked like sand dunes, it was almost like being back in the desert, except this time the dunes were varying shades of orange! This was backed by the bright blue of the sea and made some very scenic views. As we approached the town the first thing we came across was some salt pans. These have been in use since 1499 and still work the same; let the water in and then block it off and let the water ...

... we ate this 1 hour after breakfast) of soup, yellow meat (still not quite sure what that was), and some sort of Venezuelan lasagna with shark and stingray. I think. The course was in Spanish, so we are still not completely sure of all of the details. But we were so full when we left- the instructor also brought 2 bottles of wine for us to drink at 1 in the afternoon, and we were absolutely delirious by the ...

Last night, before collecting mangoes with Eduardo and friends in one of their farms, I popped over to visit Najla and Marco, who run an audiovisual company with another friend. They specialize in alternative documentaries, especially those about local culture...and showed me a couple of films they had made. I was truly impressed - especially by the one that was about Pablito Milan, a local ecological painter from a small village in Macanau. I will put ...

... islands of Los Frailes and the two dives cost me about $45 USD, that wasn't all that much. And the diving was WORLD CLASS! I had forgotten how spectacular the ocean can be, though I think this dive site is especially good - visibility over 30 meters, the water warm and cristal clear and such an amount of fish I've probably never seen! I saw as an example Puffer Fish for the first time, which is one bizzarre fish! Looks extremely ugly, with huge ...

... long I would go crazy" - maybe that has been my world for too long. There were nights of Holdem with a couple of Dutch fellas, who are possibly the only people in the world worse than me at karaoke, even some massive Montecristo cigars. Tomorrow I start my version of the "Amazing Race" - 40 hours to get to Bogata, across the worlds most dangerous border crossing with everyone of my remaining flights hinging on the result

... Rico à Margarita, Vénézuéla, en suivant les îles. 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 ...