WEEK FIFTY SIX, SURF, SEX, SICK!
Trip Start
Jan 17, 2008
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Trip End
Dec 31, 2008
El Yaque,
Venezuela
Thursday, April 10, 2008
I make up for my lack of partying the next day though when we head to a beautiful hard to get too beach, Playa Pui-Puy. http://www.puypuy.com.ve/sp/index.htm A 1.6 km cove that is flanked by coconut groves and washed with pounding surf from the warm green Caribbean sea. It is one of the best surf spots in all of Venezuela! And hard to get to with out your own transport so we are only a few people here and the only grinos! I love that! We rent a beach hut and waste no time in getting the party started first with sangria and then with the rum. The day is filled with body surfing the waves and making new friends and having a laugh. The night turns into a music filled dance fest with me and Shelly dancing on the tables and dragging all the locals up to dance with us! They must have thought we were mental! Evan took delight in spinning me around and dropping me on my arse although I was falling on my arse enough with out his help, but it is always face saving to have someone to blame
Cheap Gas
! But after some bald fat old Venezuelan man told one of the boys he liked me I called it a night a headed into my bed, happy that I finally made a party and that we did not have to get back into that van tomorrow!The morning after the night before!! and I went for a early morning swim and a run to try and clear my head. The weird bald guy from last night then came up to me and spent the whole day telling me that he loved and and wanted me. He spoke no English and I speak no Spanish so he was getting really frustrated at not being able to express his feelings in words so he showed his feelings by showering me with gifts. First it was a pack of Doritos, then a beer and then an ice cream and then another beer. The boys all thought it was cute and nice but I was getting freaked out by the whole situation. He kept coming over to the table and trying hold my hand and touch my hair and then he would just stare at me. At first I was being polite and just smiled and told him I wasnīt interested but then he wouldn`t let up so I told him to leave me alone and went off to the sanctuary of my room. He then went over to some girl and started crying and told her I had broken his heart!!!!!!!!!!! I had only known this guy for 24 hours and for 20 of them I was drunk and falling on my arse!! If he had any chance of wooing me it was all lost when he started crying, I mean who does that? Crying? Not a turn on!!
Hotel Life
! Thankfully there was a power cut at 7pm and with nothing to do we all went to bed! The next day we got out of there and not a moment too soon cause the guy came back and tried to hold my hand again, freak!!We headed to the oldest Spanish town in South America, Cumara, or some other historical reason it was on the map and checked in to a lovely little hostel. The town was nice with pretty squares and plazas and Churches, I even managed to get some mass, my Nana will be so proud!! After checking in and checking the place out we headed into town in search of food, booze and dancing but the town was dead with not much life apart from the drunks on the curbs talking to their imaginary friends! So our search for a gourmet meal ended at the hot dog stand! Back in the hostel it was straight to bed for me to watch some T.V something that I hadn`t seen in a while and dearly missed, not that I am a slave to the box but sometimes it is just nice to turn on the TV, switch off your mind and do something normal for a change.
Next day we boarded a four hour ferry headed for Isla de Margarita, a windsurf and kite surf mecca island in the Caribbean just off the Venezuelan coast. The ferry ride was unremarkable as was the drive to our hostel where the boys would sleep in their hammocks, Ben and Shelly in a double room and myself in the van, ah the joys of traveling
Dinner Time
. We headed out to find some decent food but everywhere was so expensive to eat as this is a really popular resort with American and Europeans. So we ended up spending a lot of money on chicken and chips, how was I going to last two weeks here on a budget?That night there was a birthday to celebrate and what I brought to the celebrations was the mighty Melanie party hard attitude! After a few too many cocktails and large rum and cokes myself and Shelly started on the red wine. Big Mistake!!!!!!!!!!! The night was young, yet I was already dragging Shelly up on to the bar to shake her arse along with mine! When the other girls in the bar joined us I was upset at them stealing our spotlight so we decided to dance on the pool table, shame that there was a game going on at the time!! The night ended in pure Melanie style with Shelly puking up outside her room and myself vomiting out of the van in my under ware!! Classy!! Needless to say I spent the whole of the next day sleeping it off in the van and avoiding all the cool level headed Europeans who were staying there who never seemed to get drunk or make a show of themselves! Losers!!
Last night a German guy who is staying where we are staying told me I was very sexy and asked me if I wanted to have sex with him cause he had time as his girlfriend was asleep!! Nice guy, in fact I have come to the conclusion that all men in South America are fecking weird! Today that same German guy was accused of stealing Ryan and Evanīs wake board, he then got in lots of arguments with other people and then the night ended with the German dude being laid out by a Swedish guy and a very verbal and loud fight ensued, right where we were having dinner. This place is a mad house and I cannot wait to get out of here
Beach Life
. Thankfully Evan and his amazing power of persuasion and negotiation managed to get us an amazing deal for two weeks in a gorgeous apartment complex and we moved in right away. Ah we were safe and away from all the weirdos, at least I hoped we were. That night we cooked a lovely meal and Ryan then threw it all back up, he was sick. Very sick! Evan left the room and went out for the night gagging every time he heard his brother wretch! I stayed in and made sure Ryan didn`t choke on his own vomit in the night.
The next day I woke up and threw up, I was sick, very very sick, Shelly was too. The three of us took to our beds and moaned and groaned just to make sure everybody knew we really were sick! Ah, the joys of traveling South America!!!
