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... called 'Peneros' to the sanctuary a marine ecosystem, which is very unusual. It was a perfect day, warm but not blazing sunshine, a comfortable heat. The little boat was surprisingly nifty going across the lagoon and slowed to a gentle pace to go down the canals, all the canals had names such as ………. Our boatman spoke no English but knew exactly where to find little treasures to share with us such as starfish ...
... hot walk back.
Research on the ferry website reveals I am unable to get a
boat to Cumana, my preferred destination, until Sunday – thought it was low
season here but apparently not until the end of the month and this place was
certainly packed with local tourists for this evening’s paseo.
Had to head to the bus station to check out the options
before the damp squib of a sunset!
... Yaque you don’t need to go to Porlamar – take the public bus
that leaves on the hour (or slightly earlier!!), every hour during the day, to
the main highway(7 bsf) where you can get a collective minibus direct to
Juangriego terminal(10bsf). From there a collective taxi from stand 14,
labelled La Galera, will for 6 bsf get you to Hotel Patrick, though it is
actually not far and if you knew where you were ...
it was pretty good and authentic with real mozzarella, zinged up with some
fresh pepper and chilli oil – “I’m in heaven, ….”!
Enjoyed the rooftop terrace back at the ranch until bedtime
- I had the only upstairs room, which was off that terrace and next to the
communal cooking/eating area. I had been concerned it might be noisy but had it
to myself. The lovely breeze continued all night so mossies were blown into
... Trip Advisor – maybe they were before wifey died and things have been let go since, but the room was dirty, way overpriced, the fan like it's owner was barely operational and the fridge took off & climbed to 30,000 feet for about 5 mins every quarter hour!! Add to this curtains that don’t meet, the musty pillows and the owner stumbling in even drunker and hawking away, meant I did not sleep well and couldn’t wait to leave ...