Trip Start Aug 23, 1996
583Trip End Ongoing
After a drive through the usual political billboarded countryside, we arrived at our destination. We also did our usual drive around in circles, but this time, we were not lost but we were unable to find a way into the main square. Actually, it was closed as there seemed to be a carnival going on, so we parked up and entered.
For a Sunday, in a Catholic country, the square was going off. We walked straight through it and took some photos of the city first. It was kind of similar to Trinidad, but smaller and not hilly. There was also a mega posh hotel, so Lucy used the facilities. The people inside didn't seem to mind, we seemed to be the only tourists in town !!! She did report back that they were exceptionally clean, had soap and even the toilet paper was soft !!! I wish I could have tried myself, but there was nothing inside me !!!
Once back in the square, the locals were enjoying a huge piss up. Whatever container they could get their hands onto, they were forcing them through the windows of various beer trucks and getting them filled. There were also a couple of what seemed to be karaoke type tents. There were no words, just music and people were getting the chance to get up and belt out a few salsa numbers. Whilst they were singing, others were dancing. It put a different perspective to the annual piss up I attend in Munich. As we were the only touros, we were the only ones with digital cameras, so it wasn't long before we were spotted and the locals were trying to pour beer down our throats in return for some photos. I did try the beer, it seemed very weak, but as I was driving, I couldn't partake. I kind of wish I had, it would have been a great laugh, getting blind on a Sunday with the locals, as they had no interest going to church !!!
On the way out, we did see another historical monument. An arched bridge. Tick, and we were on our way back to Trinidad !!!
But wait, there is a little bit more !!!
On the way back, it started to rain, then pour, so we looked in the book, and it told us about the dastardly Pedro Iznaga, who was a slave trader, and he built a tower so that he could watch them. Sounding like a laugh, we hit it. There wasn't much to see, just a tower that's 44 metres high, the views were great. Old sugar cane country everywhere. We hung out, watching the sky turn from dark gray to blue, and then we came down. We had a quick look in the old house as well, and just like everywhere else, this place sold the same shit !!!
Back in the car, we headed back to Trinidad, this time, no detours !!!