Venezuela

this is it, as we are writing we are breathing the last ounces of latin air, because we´re off in less than 24 hours. from coro we undertook an easy 6 hour busride to Valencia, changed to another 1 hour busride to Maracay and stayed there beacuse it was getting late. We searched for a cheap hostel and the conclusion is simple: there aren´t any. So we found i think the cheapest one after long search with the cabdriver, Hotel El Conde for 65 Bs. Maracay was described in our book as a chill place, a world apart, so we had to see why. we could for the life of us not see why. Maracay is as dirty, overcrowded and noisy as any other city in venezuela and apart from the green(ish) plaza bolivar, there is shit to see in this town. S we got ou and took a 2hour busdrive through Parque Nacional Henry Pittier to Choroní, much nicer than Maracay. Choroní is the end of the line, it´s a nice colonial town, with nothing to do, so that´s why all tourists remain seated for another 10 minutes and get off in Puerto Colombia, which is like a barrio of Choroní, but this is where all the action is. If you don´t like tourist hangouts don´t come here. It´s actually quite nice, very relaxing but very overpriced. Again we could not get a room for less than 60, but that´s because it was weekend and prices skyrocket that time of week. We stayed at Hotel Colonial. The first 2 days we did nothing but lay back at Playa Grande, honestly one of the most beautiful beaches we had seen so far, and god damn hot weather! Third day we met up with our american friend Geena and Vinnie again, who take the plane from caracas like we do, and we took a lancha to Chuao, the next small fishing village. We walked through a world famous cacao plant towards the little town which is very nice, like Choroní very colonial but even less to do. We walked back and rested on the beach before we got back with our drunken boatdrivers. But we got back safely. Last day we spent another relaxing day at Playa Grande, we cooked together at our place, Poasada Nelson, where we had changed to beacuse this one is 30 and has a kitchen for use. A real moneysaver at all times. That´s it, next day, we took a bus back to maracay, got on a bus to Caracas and went to our hotel, Altamira, in the safer neighbourhood of town. We had a great deal of trouble getting money out, and in the end we jus didn´t, we changed our last dollars and hope to live to the end, but when push comes to shove, here´s VISA! so here we are, finished, and ready to go tomorrow. The last supper is gonna be a damn good one.
Nobody will ever hear from us again through this medium, we close and go home!
Enjoy your travels and I hope you enjoyed ours!