Venezuela #7: Finale

While the Stanford gang spent their last 2 days at a beach (they have crazy stories about a death defying taxi ride down a mountain road, and butt-bruising motorboat ride through a stormy sea), SQ and I went back to Caracas and spent a night at the seaside suburb of Macuto.

Macuto is a beach getaway for the inhabitants of Caracas. It's small town, with crumbling colonial buildings, and beachside cafes. We watched old men play dominoes in said colonial buildings-- it's what I imagine Cuba would be.

People on the beach were obviously on holiday. Ice creams. baseball, racquetball. cheap rum. Every female of every shape and size wore a bikini.

We had the house special from a hamburger stand on the street. Huge bun, patty, ham, omelet, potato fritters, mayo, ketchup and shallots. Shallots add a nice crunch. Very Shiok.

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And then we were done. Off to SF for me. Back to Argentina for SQ.
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I was expecting Venezuela to be weird and wonderful, and it did not disappoint. I was also looking for slightly chaotic and disorientating, and it had that in spades. Lots more stories to tell, but too wordy already. Because we were quite a big group, didn't manage to chat very much with the locals. Everyone we met was friendly (except the confusion with Vene-Suiza). The most unexpected connection was the Venezuelan family who were fellow guests in Merida. They were very excited with our fireworks. The father especially, was giggling like a schoolgirl when SQ let him light a couple fuses. They gave SQ and I each a shot glass the next day, with a Venezuelan flag on it.

The spanish was easy to understand, if you understand spanish. I, unfortunately, have the vocab of a 2 year old. Which kinda added to the chaos and made everything even more fun and hilarious.

I want to go to Columbia next! Or maybe Ecuador! Or er... maybe Malaysia. Am gonna be here in Singapore for a long long time...