David - Panama City - Caracas - Trinidad & Tobago With Sami (Jeanine's cousin) Babs and simulation (which I've met thanks to Sami in Bocas, a greeting to the two at this point and good onward travel :-)) finally went the next day towards David. We opted for the more convenient and faster option, and have made us a taxi. In any event, we thought it would be faster .... The taxi driver was the first no desire for the long trip and only gradually as to Sami and he began to talk about music, he thawed. But this did not apply for his driving style. We had actually picked us to probably the only taxi driver intent on security in Latin America. Show Average well with 60 km / h so we chugged across the mountains towards our goal of David. Our question is how long it would take about the he replied with an enthusiastic plea for road safety that Moritz Leuenberger determines the tears would come :-) and then estimated around 3 hours (the bus would have taken 4) which are still acceptable appeared, especially since the procedure was still a lot more pleasant than other trips I use on this trip was able to experience on mountain trails Sun Unfortunately, his car appeared on the mountain range and the weight (four passengers with luggage plus the driver) a little overwhelmed to be. Since I am a complete layman regarding cars I had cared no more about it, but the red light on which he now showed cursing, I had discovered shortly after launch. In any case, the engine was completely overheated and the cooling water was boiling. Having already sacrificed our supplies of cold water and still no real improvement occurred, we stopped at a guarded site and fortunately was just across the entrance to a water source. So I ran with water bottles so now each have the road on the honking but never slow down the cars zoomed past the only way to fill them at the source and bring our driver, so he could pour cold water into the boiling coolant. This helped but temporary, particularly as it went downhill shortly thereafter. In the next village was then concluded and our driver stopped to make phone calls. The simulation is remarkably well versed with cars suspected a backup of the wrongdoing of our breakdown. The fan was not working that is. After we had made the involuntary break, the best and had brought in a small restaurant to eat something (and us the pricing was not really clear Sämi paid in rice, chicken, yuca and a Empanada 2 dollars, while I only rice and chicken for the same simulation and even paid :-) 2:50) was finally able to call our driver and see there. It was actually the backup. Finally, we could continue our journey, and after five and a half hours we had reached our goal then but still. In the center of David we were waiting for the Jeanine shortly appeared. My three new (short)-passengers were actually on the way to Costa Rica but had decided to address all quiet and it stayed a night in David. So she checked into a hotel a right at the place, taking us later when we met again told in the first hotel, the staff simply was not like them to enter the room and they had just so in a different hotel. For Panama seemingly nothing special and, according to Jeanine this to happen even locals. Jeanine and I took a taxi to the house which they had rented for a month (of the head nurse of the hospital where Jhon was, who was unceremoniously pulled with child and husband to the mother, which I call helpful)
After we had showered, We drove back into town and met the other three back. We opted for a movie. The cinema halls and had five in five people, it would probably be difficult to agree, so I held back a bit and when Sami and simulation in the Jeannine's proposal Film to go with the look (in English) the name "Plan B", with the approval replied, I thought that if the two men agree that the film could not be as bad and probably would fit the genre. Sorry, thought that Sami and simulation also look to both for a movie without really what we were going there looking now .... I had agreed to bore you with here is a summary of the movie ....( no Jeanne, a comparison to Star Wars drawn to the times I've dragged along, does not count the other hand, was high art cinema! nämlech ;-)) but most likely I will spare it was probably me :-) Interesting prices to the cinema. $ 2.50 for entry speaks for itself but, the popcorn and cola which we bought was inside, with 2.75 dollars each, if more expensive :-) What we had also completely underestimated, although we had Jeanine warned: the cold. Even in restaurants sometimes borderline how cold the Clima be set, this movie was real, the negative peak. When the film was finally finished, I had cold feet as here in the winter and it was not even in the still very warm night some time to warm up I was back and I have really rather hot, too fast ...
After a very delicious dinner at a Lebanese restaurant, said goodbye to Jean Joana Hospital in the direction to solve and we asked four of us to a billiard parlor to be carried to end the evening. Also, the store was an experience. Half billiard parlor disco half, but all in the same room, funny combination. The prices were also seen as 70 cents for a beer, what I call a bargain. Against a clock (and actually much later than expected), I took a taxi to the house. With the others, I had arranged to meet me at nine clock for breakfast, before they would then travel to Costa Rica. My first encounter with Joan, the sister of Jhon was, then something really special and I was not right to bring them to this primeval me out of bed so they could open the door. And although my English is still spartan where I know now much understood, we could even talk just before I fell exhausted into bed. Here was a big thank you that despite all the stress the the two had to stay there, of course not.
The beer and the long previous day with, after all this that I went a whole hour late for breakfast. Jeanine came directly from the hospital and one at that. Finally, the three wanted to leave but after we had passed us and went Jeanine and I take the bus to Boquete, a small tourist town in the mountains, near a National Park is located in the well, an active volcano. The village in a wide valley, reminiscent very strong in Switzerland and I have not really felt in Central America, even as the temperature there at least 1,500 meters, were far better than anywhere else :-) The area is a popular destination for hikers and nature lovers, but begins at the end of the village is a large national park and the mountains they are as high at over 2,400 meters high. After a short walk and a very good espresso (finally good coffee, too rarely seen on this trip) we went after it began to rain violently back to David. While Jeanine back to the hospital was about to replace Joanne hear I spent the evening at home with reading and music. The last day I spent in Panama then stop again with football, World Cup quarter-finals is allowed to escape and hold on such a trip and do not worry yet since Jeanine had some phone calls and often had to, it was probably her just right so :-) Finally, it was said
farewell but I had to take the bus or drive to Panama City to be there to take the plane to Caracas. The bus ride took 6 hours and was on time going at midnight. Contrary to the first night by bus from Panama City to Almirantes I could not sleep that night practically. Next to me a man of the moment he was asleep was so wide that he was far up on my seat over, to hell he was snoring too loud. Before me, two young couples that are anything but thought it time to sleep and in a rather annoying volume together jabbered. 'm Really a tolerant person, but if the snoring and the chatter even then heard his iPod when running on full range of volumes, containing nerves but at some point. I finally got whacked in the morning by 6 clock at the bus terminal in Panama City. Short to drink and looked for a taxi which brought me did not want to rip off and after about 20 minutes then finally found a driver who took me to a "normal" price for the airport. Some have simply tried to be as bold as to rip off the tourists. On the other hand, one must also say that there are probably holding too many stupid tourists who simply any pay that price, that's why it is so trying, too. After my experience in Quito, I was already taken on another tedious check-in procedure. But this time everything went without any controls, requests for further flights as I could look so relaxed enjoying an expensive breakfast and Argentina to Germany. Surprisingly, a large majority in the restaurant for Germany, especially locals. Apparently the Argentinians in Panama are not as popular .... Since Hug and Lüku known to her Iphones so the Colombian youth knife had left, I was happy with a libretto without the WiFi network at least be able to use the Facebook profile as a means of communication. So had means of communication a little more complicated, we decided instead to drive even the Orinoco Delta to travel on Monday after Trinidad & Tobago. We had all the long bus trips a little tired and wanted the last week of our trip end chillig. The flight was quiet and uneventful, even the totally exaggerated filled entry list of Venezuela (the then hardly anyone really looks at anyway and end up after launching the officials probably in the trash or in any file ....) border controls are generally something about which I am can always upset. What is a border agent on where I go in the country and to what address I will stop me? Is it all true that is in there not to know, insists and demands the location indicated. How should I do if I do not know the place? If I would write but "Hilton" or "Hyatt" and then deliberately lie is not questioned then .... I'm on this trip anyway to ardent supporter of the free movement of persons has become a worldwide scale. Everyone should be allowed to move freely regardless of national borders and territories, actually it is for me to decide even the right of all people even go wherever he wants, no matter at what time. When the procedure is ultimately with the stamp in the passport but not completed, I expect even the next inspection, a small, hardly more than 20-year-old police officer built up as best it goes with its size, in front of me and demanded my passport and the information where I come from and where I wanted to in Venezuela. Well great, thank you very much, I think the boy was by my piercing gaze and my angry reply, which I would have 30 seconds ago just a border guard explained everything so surprised that he gave me the passport presented finally silence again, and went away. Would surely have ended differently can, but I was really pissed at the moment. And my fatigue was also from minute to minute, so I decided instead to take the bus to a taxi in the city to advance with Hug and Lüku the agreed hotel. After tough price negotiations, I finally allowed myself to still totally overpriced 130 Bolivar drive into the city. The taxi driver asked again and again but after a little surprised if I really wanted in the Sabana Grande, but all in all, otherwise a relaxed ride. The search for the hotel was then a bit more difficult. The taxi driver was determined around half an hour with me in the neighborhood and let me ask once for the determined another 10 minutes alone in a taxi and this is my part, despite a specific address details. Finally, however, he had yet been located and I realized why the driver did not know the road well. She was in fact no cars in Venezuela which probably means something like "there is not this road ;-) Quickly checked in and went into the room. Since arriving a little time left to Lüku and Hug, would I lay down after the arduous and largely sleepless journey. And awoke only when the two knocked on the door. After a good meal, we went for a Ausgangstip. should equal a road next to our hotel there be a rock-shack called "Moulin Rouge". The quickly found and the 20 Bolivar entry deterred us first, because from inside but good music on the street rang. Inside, we were no longer so enthusiastic. Not because of the style of music was not suddenly become different. No because of the volume. to have a conversation and in a threesome was impossible. And a beer also tasted a full 20 Bolivar. we left the restaurant after two beers again relatively quickly. Was general in the volume almost all the countries we had visited in the bars completely exaggerated. I like loud music yes, but so that as you but with a little louder voice can still converse on a table away, or I see any way the meaning .... not quite go into such a place the next day we returned Caracas finally final (although we knew at this time, since we at that time actually had one more day between our arrival in Trinidad and our journey back to Europe.) All in all, the city that gave me the least pleasure. I I never felt uncomfortable and unsafe otherwise, as in this juggernaut. Friends, we are no longer with it ;-) Anyway, we took the bus to the airport for our flight to Port of Spain for the next day to book. Unfortunately, the ladies flies at the counter of the only airline in the Port of Spain from Caracas (Aeropostal) is not really able us to book the flight and they told us we it would either call or stop at the next day at check-in switch to make. Very well. We finally drove a taxi (again after a long search and hard negotiations) to Macuto. the coastal town located about 15 minutes from the airport and as we had seen Caracas, was the small town on the coast is a good alternative for us. Quickly found the previously selected hotel and also a small but clean and above all get very cheap room. But since it was not ready, we decided to first unpack the shorts and short of going to the beach. What we did not: The next day was a holiday and things like that any use of the Venezuelans, of course, for a short break by the sea. The small Strandpromenande, the beach itself, and even the sea was full to overflowing. And we are right in the middle of the chaos as almost the only tourists. Unbelievable how many people there were on the road and lay on the beach and did one thing: drunkenness. In some cases they had simply chosen site built on the beach and the few hotels that existed in the place all signs had hung out with "no hay habitaciones. (Also, our hotel is such a sign hung just after we had moved our room to the door, so we had quite lucky) The short with the bath in the sea, we let then stay still, we had but it was only by hundreds of people in general to Sea must fight. Even when it was dark long ago, many people still bathed in the sea and the beach was still pretty full of people guzzling. A wonderfully oblique image we were there to see. After an unconvincing dinner we bought some beer and sat us on the beach on a stone and watched the activities there to something else. The hotel owner was nice for us even called for Aeropostal and we reserved the flight the next day we were able to pay directly at the check-in desk. The procedure should have but it in itself. After we had been driven by a hotel staff kindly in the morning to the airport (but for even more than we had been buttoned up, the taxi driver the previous day ....) the search began for a working ATM. Found what we were finally, after about an hour. Wherein in Venezuela for safety, 300 Bolivar could withdraw at a time. Since I had dollars from Panama and it could replace the black market price, I did not need that much, but Hug had four consecutive times to withdraw the necessary amount he had collected since his credit card at the Aeropostal just would not work. Of course, we came this time not get past the obligatory police check, although I do wonder a little what those controls and above all questions (where to go) who you go to an airport with a rucksack on Humpback towards check-in desk, actually are exactly. Finally, we had our plane tickets in hand, the luggage was checked in after a long Warteizeit too. After landing in Port of Spain, we went straight to the counter of the Caribbean Airlines offer shuttle flights to Crown Point in Tobago and booked for the equivalent of U.S. $ 60 a return flight to Crown Point. The flight lasted only 15 minutes. We had previously in the local Tourist Office in the airport in Port of Spain made a little clever and we were recommended the beaches at Store Bay, next to the airport and the hotels are within walking distance from the airport, etc.. In fact, it was that way. Without really know where we should go, we just went towards the beach, there surely ought to give it enough hotels. The territory of Trinidad and Tobago is explained on the basis of the name actually. It does imply only the two islands which, like many countries in this region have a checkered past. On the two islands are about 1.3 million people. First occupied the Spaniards, the island and made it a major transshipment center of the slave trade, which is illustrated by today or in the population structure very well. About half the residents are descendants of African slaves, which today can often be identified by the last name, because the first freed slaves were often the first names of their former owners as a surname. About 40 percent of residents are from Asia especially from India. Besides, football is very common, especially cricket. In 1797 the British captured the island of Trinidad. Tobago to even more violent was argued. Dutch, Portuguese, French, English and British took turns in the occupation of the island. Only in 1958 the British released the two Islands to independence, where they joined the only short-lived West Indian Federation. The British had constructed around that state all former colonies in the region to guarantee the independence simultaneously. Other states of this federation example, were Jamaica and Barbados. In 1962 the federation broke up however, and Trinidad and Tobago became an independent state.
arrived on the beach, we at once said to someone, if we would look for a hotel. We Bejat and the guy turned out to be a travel guide company, which offers tours by boat and bus on Tobago. He could recommend us a guesthouse for 400 TT dollars per night (about 80 francs) We told him if we could just look at it first. He said yes and took us in his car to the beach not far away from the house lying. The room turned out almost as apartment with a large living area and a kitchen we could also use, and a large balcony. It was in the second room housed someone else (we had to face but never someone so it was practically our apartment) but otherwise we could use the apartment for us all. We told then, without really knowing whether it was now too expensive or not, because we had not a clue about the price level. But it turned out that the price was just fine. The only hook we finally discovered the evening. The Apartment had no mosquito nets over the windows and within minutes dozens of mosquitoes buzzing through the rooms. So quickly in the nearby mini-mart and bought bug spray and a short time later the problem was then done yet. The small village of Store Bay made a sleepy feeling, there were not many tourists there and elsewhere could not even speak of vibrant life. But people everywhere were very friendly, very helpful and wanted to even the many tour guides to their tours offered on the beach or their jet skis for rent, let no one for a really alone and wanted a nice day. All in all, an incredibly peaceful, quiet and simply chilling mood. There was some small and good restaurants but the price but were not exactly cheap. But perhaps the most expensive was a maximum on CH-levels. The beach of the 2 minutes from our guest house was was a smaller, but with beautiful sand and turquoise water. Simply wonderful. We had asked for "our guide" to the nightlife, he said, Store Bay is the best place on the island for party and it was right behind our Guest House the best bar While it was quickly clear that he holds "his place "praiseworthy was had, because really a lot going on in the evening really not in the quiet place. But the recommended bar was very nice, it was often many locals there and there was incredibly well to the difficult-to-understand English dialect of the people on this two-island country accustomed. Presumably, we had even more problems with the English because we had heard before that containing but seven weeks almost exclusively English and our hearing was almost used to it. Nevertheless, we enjoyed ourselves splendidly, the local beer (Stag) also tasted very appealing and it was still a fairly long night, and I even Lüku brought more to vodka to drink, because I hold him to a debate on YB and especially the lost cup final Carlos Varela, and had just made back hässig missed all the features of YB in recent years. I should be right there, because two of his glasses Vodka he also donated me two glasses. :-) Spent the next day we sleep with a long, sober up on the beach and eat, and watch football. If we wanted anyway. Unfortunately, our TV had been transferred to the channel where the game does not stop her so we went to the bar where we were greeted warmly thanks the eve already :-) After the game we chillten back on the beach. And so it was actually the whole day, but we always got to know nice and relaxed locals could spend our last days of the trip. The afternoon after the very disappointing defeat for our Luke Germany against Spain, we had finally chosen to have the largest "city" Driving on the island of Tobago. Scarborough lay off about 20 minutes from Store Bay and was accessible by bus. So we went to the bus stop where every hour was supposed to exit a bus. After 20 minutes of waiting in vain and we were in our calm is not the only, and two locals were waiting there on the bus suddenly stopped in a car and asked us where we wanted to be. When we had to Scarborough, where apparently the correct answer, the driver pointed us to enter. So we found out that apart from buses and taxis too expensive official and unofficial taxis. These are usually just the individuals then take you for a small fee (6 TT dollars, or of 1.20 CHF), unless they go to go too where you want to go. The city (or rather the place) then Scarborough was not really equipped with highlights, the place had neither a center nor any real interest, except perhaps the large ferry was in port at anchor. It was a highlight but still. We found a small gelateria led by a German mother and offered very very delicious homemade ice cream. Since we had just missed the bus, we asked a taxi driver what he wanted and in fact 90 TT dollar was us too much if you take a 6 or even 4 (bus) comes back. So we waited at a stop bar on the harbor for the next bus, after our attempt to ride with someone, unfortunately, not successful was. After
wonderful shrimp linguini (I realize now that I have but at least a few times very good pasta had on this trip) in the small restaurant our landlady Carrie, we left the evening with cool Stag-end beers on the balcony. Previously, we had called the Iberia and in fact the second attempt and someone reached. We had in fact been found that when our flight was posted on July 12, the time had been changed in Madrid we only have five minutes to change our flight to Milan had had, which of course was not enough really. Since we had hardly even stand to spend another day in Caracas, as we had seen this city really, we lied something bold, we would necessarily arrive no later than the booked our flight to Milan and asked if we could perhaps pre-book the flight a day. Lo and behold, shortly after we had our flights free of charge (Mark is now angry with it ;-)) and we were transferred again to drum rum Marcuto or even to drive Caracas and were able to even save some money. In the night it began to rain heavily and, unfortunately, the bad weather most of the day not to ignore about. Finally, it cleared but still on and we decided to approximately 20 minutes to go away, Pigeon Point beach. The beach has been declared a Heritage and one paid admission 18 TT dollars, but it were well worth. A beautiful beach waiting for us, the only fly in the ointment were the algae drove around a bit disturbing at the base. But otherwise a really nice spot with a beach bar and the opportunity to rent a jet ski. As Luke and Hug the owner already knew because she had previously gone on other beach before, we were of course already greeted him from afar and asked if we wanted to go again. Finally we decided for it and all of us after a short wait because there is a third-functioning jet had to be fetched started walking. And I must say it has made me really a lot of fun with the thing over the water race, even if it's actually not my beliefs corresponds :-) The weather was getting better and finally gave us another incredible sunset at the beach before we started in the dark the way back to Store Bay and even the happiness that we finally had someone in the back of his pick-up trucks took. The next morning it was called back to say goodbye to Tobago have already waited in the afternoon in Port of Spain still a football game to us. Clear that to have such an exotic border point just could not let fly. Upon arrival at the airport in Port of Spain, we inquired about a bus service into town. In the small tourist information we were given only the information that the next bus only at 16.00 clock, so in about 6 hours would go ... So we had to stop to make a completely übertreuertes taxi. TT-190 dollars, or almost the equivalent of 40 francs but was a little too much when you compare the prices of buses and so on. At least our driver had even a hint of a hostel and so we had to at least not have to worry about size. Arriving at the Hostel Calypso, but first we wondered just a little in what kind of neighborhood we were there landed well. The hostel had entered only through a gate always closed, and you had to ring the bell every time you wanted to clean. The walls around the house were fully equipped with barbed wire and even inside the hostel to go to the rooms was again a locked door only could be opened by the reception of a button. the reception was behind mirrored windows and you could only sit through a small hatch on a plastic chair to talk to the employees in the cubbyhole. We felt a bit like a prison. But it turned out later that the area was not bad and the good of the general British Sicherheitsfimmel probably just paranoia was due. After some back and forth and, interestingly, higher and higher prices (The taxi driver we had a room for three persons for 210 TT dollars promised) we finally get two more rooms, changing with the promise of the second night in a triple room to . Paid but finally we have over 500 dollars for both TT-room :-) Shortly after we checked in, it started to pour buckets of how what was anyway a special feature on these islands. Whenever it started to rain, it was as if someone had made a huge shower suddenly. There were no drops in advance, making it easy washing and it was pouring down with rain. After about 2 hours, the weather had calmed down a bit and we decided to go into town before we planned to walk towards the National Stadium where this should take place and deinstallation of us play. We went to go towards the center. (Travel remarkable as the only Asian there practically cars) at an intersection in front of a Nissan dealership, we took Street map out our short and shortly after we spoke to a guy in the tie and shirt front of the car and house was smoking. We would see something lost and what we really wanted to come to the right. We told him that we had recommended to the taxi driver a certain street where there are many bars, somewhere in the center of the city. The man looked at us wrong and then said, hinting that it was there and nothing more than we should go to the center if we wanted to be robbed, there was all just "crab". He drew us a few good bars in his view, and warned us again before the center of the city. Well, although we had already made acquaintance with the hostel with the obvious paranoia that reigned in this city, but since there eh was soon time to go to the stadium, we left the center and wanted to be first in an arc to go to the stadium. At a gas station I got myself a drink and looked Lüku chance in a daily newspaper which was then in a stand for sale. And got quite a fright. The complete round of the TT Pro League (the name of the top division there) involved was in a promotional event for the FIFA Women's U-something World Cup and all games should be played at the Marvin Lee Stadium in lying near the airport town Macoya be. Great. Quickly asked for the bus station, of course, right in advance of our car dealer as a "crab" was designated center. So we were able to at least just above the veracity of his statements to inform. And it was as it was to be expected, not at all bad. Perhaps we would have avoided the area at night probably because few streets could well be extinct but rather when all shops were closed, but all in all, we booked his statements already back to the seemingly typical paranoia :-) After about 15 minutes the bus station found. Now it was time to catch the right bus. This proved again to be a real challenge Everyone we asked the officials at the information desk run by staff at the bus stop told us something else to stop and time of the bus. Finally, we discovered a part of the bus station to the so-called maxi taxi drove off. Minibuses with between 14-30 seats were still more favorable than the normal buses, and yet often drove. So it was not long before we actually sat one of these maxi-taxi in the direction Macoya. Although we had promised the driver to tell us when we had to get off when we saw but fortunately the stadium from the road we realized pretty quickly that he had forgotten it at the latest. So we had actually found the place so we went to the stadium and bought for 30 dollars per person TT Grandstand tickets. This had been subject to two games. At six clock played against Joe Public FC Police FC (Actually, the former club of Police), then at 20.30 clock played Defense Force (formerly the Army Club) to San Juan Jabloteh.
Joe Public FC - Police FC
Trinidad and Tobago Pro League, Marvin Lee Stadium, Macoya, Trinidad, about 300 spectators.
We were about 40 minutes before kickoff and there were besides some officials still park illustrates the only spectators. The stadium had only seen on two sides of bleachers, a grandstand and a Short side behind the main grandstand, left the gate. We tested the first stadium catering, which consisted of two stalls. At one there was hot soup (in the heat ...) and cooked corn (did not taste bad.) Announced it at the other hot dogs. The MUs were horrible, but for the equivalent of 1.20 CHF you can probably expect no more. Hug was great but the ass and two of them :-)) Just before start of the game were still not many spectators in the stadium, but then play center were probably about 300 spectators in the stadium. The game swung on a fairly low level, I think, a CH-midfield club from the NLB would have been against both teams no big problems. Joe Public took over from the start the game and had to dictate the MTR can only ask why they did not exceed 2:0. In the second half, the cops had caught something and then they succeeded by means of the penalty first goal. Was really exciting but then it does not, even though the game was more balanced now than in the first half. Before closing, Police FC awarded a huge compensation even chance and it remained 2-1 for tight end Joe Public.
Since we had enough of the rather bad football, we decided to watch the second game and not to go back to the city. Once at the highway, it took a minute until one of these maxi taxi stopped and we quickly and safely brought back to the city. Finally we had some hunger and decided that the tips of the Nissan representative from the afternoon to give another chance and ran to the road that he had recommended to us where there were good bars and restaurants. Sorry, there seemed but rather the type of belonging to an upper middle class. Although there were quite a few restaurants, bars and clubs, but the prices were moving completely to CH level. After some back and forth, I actually had the nose quite full, and so we ate containing a shawarma from street vendors. Lüku Hug and wanted to explore the nightlife a little, but I had enough of rumlatschen and went back to our hostel. On the way to the hostel I was at a small liquor store before passing a steel band had set up their instruments half-half on the road to the sidewalk. And around it quite a few people were dancing to the music and singing. A delightful sight as much joy these people were rather simple and a pleasant Contrast to Schicki-mile Micki had recommended to us the type.
The next day we all slept in a long time and then later could actually move in our three rooms. The lag in the four-story building at the top, but had it even before a roof terrace from which you to the port and the nation and the cricket stadium saw. Then we went to eat something, we watched a bit of highlights in the poor inner city by Hug and finally decided to cut his hair nor for leave. So a barber shop and looking after some questions also found. The woman who was employed there, called to someone immediately and a short time later, a gray-haired dark-skinned very correct to cut their hair dressed man to hug. And obviously he was from the old school. He took it very closely and snipped every little irregularity in his work away from Hugs hairstyle. Finally I decided, as Hug was ready to hold out for too short. Do not worry my hair is still there, but the beard to grow on the journey I have had bothered me enormously and I've always had me in a hairdressing salon will be shaved, I did stop at the nice older gentleman. Me too but he was as thorough as it was intended and I only sat for half an hour on this chair. Even when he had previously Hug all the time geschwafelt always something of "ship", but as he a spoke so terrible dialect understood even I only that one word. When he was finished with my shave, he said the only sentence that I sense from him. He said to me, I would probably look now that they would let me back on board, and laughed heartily whether his statement. Now at last we understood. The good Lord had for us just kept the sailors ashore were as long as our ship was in port. Now, we laughed too, but of course other reason than the nice man. We left him in his faith and paid the 75 dollar cost the TT Hugs my hair cut and shave together (that is nearly 14 francs for the two together) and the sympathetic Lord gave the same even with a tip. Freshly shaved and coiffed, we left the store and went back to the hostel. We decided to treat ourselves to on the last night of our trip again they went to an Italian restaurant we had found the evening before, we were a bit too expensive and let it go well with our excellent Italian food. As you could see across the CH-prices because the food was really excellent. Then we went to end the evening back to the hostel to relax on our rooftop terrace. In the hostel we met three Polish women, we had already learned in the afternoon about short and invited them to drink it with us on the roof a little. The three arrived shortly afterward and actually brought up like their own liquor with. The three had a funny story on the way as they had come to Trinidad. Actually, she had booked a flight from Frankfurt to Mexico. But as they drove from Krakow by bus to Frankfurt, they had so much delay that the flight had gone. Luckily the flight was overbooked and so they always gave the agency over which they had booked to rebook the flight for free. Either to Tokyo or from Trinidad. And so they ended up dependent on the Caribbean island. Funny story I think. Although I do not yet know why the money from the travel agency not simply cash out and have booked another flight to Mexico, but their English or my state (There have been quite a few beers flowed), the question left unanswered. Eventually, the three then disappeared into her room and we drank more beer and the remaining three-thirty clock in the morning but we went to bed.
We had the following day to take a taxi because we had ascertained that there were other options but these and other maxi-taxis, they would go but only Monday-Friday at the airport, for whatever reason. Unfortunately our flight from Port of Spain to Caracas was set exactly to match the beginning of the World Cup Finals. We hoped it checked but at least for the first airline to our luggage, and so may still have some time to Caracas in the second half of the game to see. It was then nothing. The airline Aeropostal performed her guests but a manual and actually had no access to the system. Well then just do not. The only downside was that we had to once again enter the procedure of the Venezuelan authorities to go through us. Once in Caracas, we looked at first and discovered fact, a switch for transit flights. Unfortunately there was no one present from Iberia and you sent us to the departure gates. The obligatory inspection behind us brought down to Iberia gate and there asked if there was a way that Iberia could check our luggage somehow on the flight, or if someone could at least come along and we so could save the entries. Of course, naive of us try, but yes it can. But because of the Iberia staff anyway first our concern is not understood and said our luggage would have lost, we gave up finally and went containing back again, and here we leave the policeman at the metal detectors and baggage control no longer wanted, and only after intervention of a private safety of our employees understand concerns but still wanted to have been left behind. So then began the re waiting. to get our luggage entries just happens not every day. A good hour we waited in line and the World Cup Final was our only acoustically warnehmbar because in the hall transmitted at the baggage carousels and the game was in the hall with the immigration officials despite some screens do not .... We made acquaintance with a sweet Vorarlberg Erin and so the time went but over time. Finally
waited even an employee of Aeropostal with our luggage for us. The nice lady even tried to save us time, at least to pay the departure tax, which of course did not work too. On the way to check in we were finally still the decisive goal from Iniesta and had not missed so well all too much of the Final :-) Shortly before check-in desk was once again around a policeman and when he looked at me I knew what would come .... Exactly control ... what does someone already connected to a backpack in the direction of the Iberia check in and switch is more than likely leave the country? One conclusion but probably exceed the capabilities of a police officer .... Hug and Lüku went something behind me and were of "my" police not only harassed, but just before the switches jumped suddenly brought a second police officer and held the two on .. .. The Iberia-people had been waiting at the counter seems to us already and the time was actually a bit short. The policeman wanted to know where I'm going back, of course, I replied with a brief "Madrid". And since the guy actually asked me whether I wanted to check. No, Of course not, I'm just so with a backpack and my passport just before the check-in desks and will actually ask for directions only to come to Madrid, I'm going to walk. Something like that I would have responded to the police prefer and if my English skills were better, I would have done so. Well I can do very little English. I'm sure the guy would have found little amusing .... After an Iberia employees had called us whether we wanted to check in after Madrid was probably the policeman finally convinced and gave me my passport back but still. Well .... finally checked in quickly, to switch to pay the departure tax, then the 160 Bolivar pulled the trigger whereby Lüku the fee division in which he held out just the old receipt and actually got through. Then again, the double hand baggage and personal control, and re-queued to get to the exit stamp. Suddenly we were called out, we of course immediately and taking undue advantage of us with apologetic words and point to the speakers vordrängelten and so at least that hurdle quickly went from Amsterdam. What they wanted at the gate it was just us but a mystery a reason why they had called us, there was certainly no obvious, does not matter :-) Since we had left due Lükus coup with the departure tax or money, he went into a duty free shop and bought to cigarettes and a bottle of rum Loaded with five plastic bags, plastic bag Lüku finally came to the gate :-) Boarding began, and suddenly jam, finger dock already in there. We were given to understand that women should hinstehen left and the right men. And soon we know why .... Dared advise her three times ... That's right, a police control. Lüku was somewhat worried that his dizziness rest with the exit fee could, but apart from a brief body search and a look in your carry nothing happened. Why this control was probably just remain a mystery to the Venezuelan police. Anything more senseless than at an airport just before boarding the plane again a control to make, after you send your luggage by two X-ray equipment and two metal detectors one had checked, so I've rarely seen. What would have hoped to find had but obviously extremely interested in ... The flight was out of a place change on my part because I find myself in the series three of them had ever competing children, fairly uneventful. Ah's a tip, who has not seen Clash of the Titans and once with the idea to play this movie to see, Let it stay, I really rarely seen such a waste. Since the change pretty female actresses (especially Gemma Arterton) absolutely nothing to it. I could hardly sleep on the roughly 9-hour- Flight, and when I was finally asleep for about five minutes, but a flight attendant wakes me up because there was turmoil and you should wear a seat belt and I was not. Thank you very much. Pretty tired, we finally arrived in Madrid, where you can still absolutely nothing of the excitement which a few hours later mitbekam the returning champion must have caused.
There was to bridge three hours of waiting time we spent in a cafe. The flight to Milan then I was given almost complete with not because I could not sleep but something else. As expected, we missed the bus to Madrid in Domodossola with what we had caught a train that would have allowed us two hours early being at home. So we went with first-containing Hug, who wanted to Ticino up to Busto Arsizio. Unfortunately, the place for two stops. One for the Malpensa Express and the other for the national guidelines of the FS. A taxi was no raise and a bus drove only about 30 minutes later .... So someone asked on the street, how to get there on foot. He told us quite complicated, and finally we asked him if he's go for a small fee could not go there because we saw that he just got out first from a car. The nice man did indeed, and so reached Lüku and I just got a regional to Domodossola. There we had but then almost two hours from the EC Milan wait. The connections from Italy into Switzerland are really an imposition and I seriously wonder why this is so, one could with a regular timetable but guarantees the air traffic compete when you see how far away from the center of Milan's airports are ... Anyway , we used according Dei waiting time in which we have an incredibly fine pizza and after that we begrudged a fine ice cream. A short time later (about an hour later as we drove in Visp in the Lötschberg tunnel :-)) we had back to Switzerland.
Merci Mark, Fabio, Lüku, bag and Hug, and Babs, Sami, simulation and Jeanine which on this trip for a shorter or longer time, my "fellow travelers" were for the great time, much fun.
With this final report of our trip, the blog will now supplied to its final destination, the name is actually derived. I will try on the YB-St.Pauli and games (and other football games of course) check out what I write more reports.
