now we have arrived after a 14-a-half hour bus ride to Merida. Although the buses are more comfortable in terms of Platzverhaeltnisse than one would expect from Europe, I have not slept yet, unfortunately, a lot. I just hope I get used to it, there remain a few nights on the bus in front of us ....
Before we left Puerto Colombia, we spent the day at the beach. We settled for 35 per Bolivar person driving a motor boat to an otherwise inaccessible beach. After the first bit of a disappointment, because the beach was not really better than those in Puerto Colombia itself we had our fun but still. Apart from a farmer who lived there in a small house, not a soul was there (apart from the dogs and cows the farmer's time) and we had our rest. The highlight was definitely the most successful attempt to open a coconut. But no sign of throwing off somewhere against it and the thing is open. Sweaty work is, especially is very stubborn, especially the outer shell. But we could survive, at least if we can boot the driver no longer would have picked up. And since even a small river led to the beach to the sea we would have even had fresh water ;-) Unfortunately, our food would be with coconuts alone was a little heavy and catch as Mark tried feverishly small fish in the river, but what his problem was colossal. Except a few Quallkappen he caught nothing. When there were about one hour before pick-up at the appointed time began to brew behind the mountains a storm together. We went to the collection point and were a bit uneasy, because the storm was coming closer. Finally, the boat appeared from behind but the next cliff. No sooner we had gone into the boat, it started to rain quite heavily. Together with the strong waves but was the drive back to Puerto Colombia a special experience After arriving safely in a small town, we went to a small strengthening Showering with delicious Hamburguesas to the hostel around and pick up our luggage. A shock we had when we told the nice lady from the hostel are that our mini-bus driver to take us back over the mountains to Maracay, the first by 6 clock would take place at 5 clock. What definitely after the experience of hitting some would be just in time to get to our bus clock by 8 to Merida. So we went quickly to minimize bus terminal to look around for another possibility. We were lucky and found two taxis brought us together with others traveling to Maracay. The trip was again a great experience. As our driver at high speed in these tight turns on this narrow road still calmly durchstoeberte his CDs was something special. Despite the reckless driving but it was interesting as already on the way that all drivers in other cars or trucks that stood on the roadside, just stopped to ask if everything was in order. We finally arrived in record time in Maracay, and were ultimately still more than an hour. Oh yes, "our driver," we had actually booked already got us on the road will also meet. And our suspicions were confirmed. He had invited people and would be, therefore, came later. Well, tough.
came after the aforementioned bus tour this morning we finally, at half past ten in Merida. A much milder climate all of us ever voted positively. The city definitely has charm and is no comparison the dirty and noisy Caracas. Quickly our Hostel "Suiza" found and checked. A very nice property with a courtyard and a very nice and helpful owner. After we had showered, we went for something to eat and a bit of the city to look at. Of course, even Merida's Plaza Bolivar, like almost all Venezuelan cities. Who does not know Bolivar, Simon Bolivar is considered as "El Libertador", the liberator of northern South American countries, Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia (the country changed his name even in his honor), Colombia and Venezuela from the colonial rule of the Spaniards. After the small city tour we went back to the hostel where I was able to slightly reduce my sleep deficit.
morning and Friday We are excursions to the surroundings and some of us want to go paragliding yet.
Hasta luego
