Finally....I spent the last 30 mins trying to figure out how to set up my blog coz all the websites are in spanish. In the process of setting it up I accidently deleted my blog from India :(
So 6 days in and I´ve already lost a few unwanted pounds and am already sporting a nice criss cross on my back from my bikini.
Flashback to Sept 26th...
Ashlu and I took a cab to the airport at an ungodly hour in the morning. I was so excited but sad at the same time. At the airport, I checked in at the aiport and said my teary goodbye to my kuchu and started on my journey solo once again. Started my flight with a big glass of mimosa at 7 am. Arrived at Caracas, Venezuela at 9:30 pm local time. The money exchange place at the airport was closed so I engaged in the first illegal activity within the first 20 mins of being on the continent...getting my money exchanged by a black market guy!! An hour in the cab trying to chat to the cabbie with my spanish dictionary open, I arrived at the ROYAL HOTEL. The only thing royal about this hotel was the name. It was in the dingiest part of town...pretty comparable to east hastings area. I met my roommate, Kirsty, a 22 y.o. english girl. We both chatted for a bit about how it was not a good start to the trip. We were both a bit homesick and felt a bit out of our comfort zones. I can safely say, that feeling lasted only for a day. Next morning we took a 9 hour bus ride to this tiny little village on the carribean coast. Spent 3 days at this gorgeous village where our posada (hotel if you will) was right on the beach. The posada next door to us must have been listed in the bible (aka the lonely planet) coz all the europeans (or shall i say Germans) had descended upon it. We tagged along with a few people the next day on a boat trip to the nearby islands. We watched
the dolphins on the way to the island and then we spent the entire day snorkeling, swimming, lazing about in the sun. That nite we spent with the europeans on the terrace getting hammered and sharing stories and trying to solve the world problems. The next day we decided to just chill out at the beach to try and recuperate from the real tough day we had the day before :) All day at the beach, swimming, getting stung by jelly fish, was followed by another nite on the terrace with the other travellers but this time the drinking was followed by a trip to the local nite club. We had a mucho fun fiesta there. Meringue, salsa, mamba, hip hop...we danced to every kind of music. The walk back was very eventful, with the cops trying to pick us up and Neal, the weird American travelling with us, getting super fucked up on drugs and trying to drown himself in the ocean. Now we are in a city called Ciuada Bolivar resting up before the huge trip coming up next...the trip to Angel Falls. We will be taking a small cessna to the Falls and spending the next 3 days camping by there. I will post my next posting after that trip.
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