Venezuela Stories


Bus blues...

So, here I am on the bus. I wish I could take photos to show you what it’s like, but my fellow passengers might think I’m a bit strange. To be honest, though, being a ‘gringa’ to them, they probably already think I am. Venezuela is the only place so far where people have been so very blatant in using the term – often actually right to my face. It do...


Cool mountains of Merida (moving on from the arid deserts of Coro)

Hmmm, I’ve got to say I’m feeling pretty lousy today, and have been for a while now. I think I’m coming down with something - probably that perennial cold that comes from changing environments, skimping on sleep, and not getting enough vitamins (as I think I’ve made it known, stodge, starch and grease seem to trump vitamins in Latin American cuisine – ...


Into Venezuela (and off 'to see a man about a dog')

Well, I made it to Venezuela – without needing a visa, and without the hassle at the border that I had been led to believe I was going to encounter. This was a great relief as it wasn’t just the annoying man in Divanga who warned me how notorious the guys at the Colombia/Venezuela crossing can be. Many people had told me that they love to give a good ...


Looking back to our time in Venezuela

Actual place: Torremolinos, Spain Wow! It's been a month since the last time we wrote something! It's like... aaaah :) Man, there's so much to tell. Were do we start? So, to be more organised we'll tell in this bit about our time in Venezuela (the next one will be about Morocco). Here it goes: After our time in the jungle we spend three days ...