Isla Margarita and Mochima National Park

 

Isla Margherita

We have abandoned Bolivia from its capital, cold and with a great desire to sea and sun. Our next goal promised to meet our needs, Caribbean sea, white beaches and enviable temperatures: we were flying to the paradise of Venezuela. The journey took a lot also because of the stop that we made in Lima. In early afternoon we arrived at the International Caracas still without a clear idea about what we wanted to do. All we were warned about the extreme danger of the capital and in general throughout the country. Perhaps for this reason, accomplice age of darkness, we decided to move to the National aeroveicolo turn with another unknown destination. On arrival in the new airport, we were taken by assault by various tour operators and bombarded by news about possible destinations. The alternatives were essentially three: Canayman, Isla Margarita and the archipelago of Los Roques. We wait a long and thought the best solution for economic and geographical, reaching, with many hesitations, to prefer original flight to Isla Margarita. That done, the time taken (with great difficulty) the money and we were lined up for a new check-in: forty-five minutes later we were still in front of a roller-luggage retires, this time to the note in Isla Margarita. In addition to flight, our tour operator of trust, we also offered a night in a sort of holiday resort, all inclusive. Even if the price was a little altino, the alternatives available to us were few and the desire to relax after the cold Bolivian won.
We arrived at the airport catch the taxi cheapest on the market and we bring facts to Playa el Agua, one of the best beaches in the north of the island. To arrive at the Porta del Sol resort we fired forty-five minutes in the car with a Formula One ace, who heedless of pedestrians and traffic signals made us go through the whole island from south to north in a record time: daredevils! The first impression of the resort behind the economic effort that we were borne by: swimming pool, buffet and cable TV are luxuries to which we were accustomed. There is much wanted to adapt to the new situation and once housed the luggage we were already seated at the restaurant we saw that this was the first daily meal. Forgot to add that the service includes breakfast, lunch and dinner buffet rigorously: greedy!
Placed the stomach and after having attended a dance and dance to strictly rhythm of salsa and merengue, had come forward to lay his head on the pillow and crush a deserved rest.

The next morning, fresh as a rose, we were directed toward the beach. It was past one and a half months since the last time in which our feet were submerged in the sand and our nostrils breathed the pleasant smell of the sea: much too! The wind bora or better from the master was making it practically impossible to lay our towels on the floor, even the sea seemed furious, and there remained no choice but to go back to lie down in the pool. As usual time flies when you enjoy and that men do not say this first day of hot sun and was now come to an end. After the usual spectacle of dancing we were directed to our room for a dose of cinema and reading.

For the following day we set out to leave the island because, despite the pleasant stay at the resort, things to do were not many then. And so after the usual copious breakfast, we went to the beach to collect information on the ferries. Our ideas for future goals were quite clear: after Isla Margarita, thanks to a ferry would come to Puerto La Cruz, a starting point for the famed National Park Muchima. Just in front of the main resort of a baldo Ragazzoni, organizing tours on the island, has provided us with information about ferries to the mainland. Unfortunately for our pockets, fortunately for our physical well-being, we were forced to stay one day more expensive at the Porta del Sol The rest of the day we spent relaxing in between the sun, cocktails and pool.

Mochima National Park

The next day preparations baggage and go through the usual practice of check-out we were heading for the port where the ferry was waiting for us to land an hour's ferry ferma.Dopo here's Puerto La Cruz. From here we had to get to the park Mochima and solutions available to us were three: bus, taxi or super-fast boats. First we were just landed assaulted by taxi drivers who brought us to several different destinations prices. Also this time we had to make a decision and as usual we had no clear ideas. One thing was certain we could not stay them as mummies or the taxi drivers would have eaten us alive. We opted to take a taxi to the bus station and arrived there we decided to continue our journey by taxi or a bus to turn. Got us on the General Lee arrived in just over five minutes in what was the bus station is just enough time in the city center to see that pull air. The danger is perceived clearly, perhaps for the first time in all our long travels we can say that he was afraid. The decision was made almost compulsory and recovered in our General Lee have continued up to the park. The trip lasted approximately one hour was divincolato among lush vegetation to our right and our spectacular bays to left. Our final destination was a village that bore the same name as the park itself: Mochima. We needed to get away from the "main street" and go for winding lanes and malconce down towards the sea. More fall and the more I wondered where we would be finished. The landscape became increasingly bleak, and once arrived at destination, the situation had not improved, the country was made up of four houses, two souls, three boats and a restaurant: Mystical! Our concern was first of all to find out whether any of those four homes available, there was one that could meet you. At the suggestion of a local scafista we were directed to a posada that gave right on the main square. After a number of bell rings out from behind here is a port and railway strictly closed with double outlet, Juan Lemos, a deaf and friendly old man of nearly a century of life. We showed that the hole which he called the room and given the limited alternatives, we accepted his offer. Fulfilled the bags was not much to do in two minutes and thirty seconds we had done the entire tour of the country heading towards the scafisti to negotiate a possible tour the following day. Our confidence, aime, fell on the same person that he had advised the resident Juan Lemos and having set the price and destinations we returned to our Casuccia. We were still in mid-afternoon, but our daily activities could be said to be already completed, and the hectic life that we used was suddenly confronted with the calm of this peaceful village. We have recovered the four chairs in the corridor and we have complemented those of the landlord to try to do a chat with him. Like all self-respecting old has begun to speak of his life and did not accept interruptions, to the few questions that we could always do replied: "Tengo 94 anos!
Great and perhaps unique event dinner consumed daily in the restaurant open after eight, an excellent fish and a very special coffee we have offered a blow in life. Digestive stroll to fool the clock, and at ten o'clock in the evening we were already in bed.

The next morning, confident that the tour could fill the most of our day, we have achieved our faithful scafista and we took off towards Playa Blanca. The tour provided a route between the bays and beaches more "popular" of the park and then settle in what we liked most. In fact scafista, from good scafista, has trimmed a kind of its own, leading almost directly to Playa Blanca. The beach was crowded although the water was very beautiful and crystal clear. Landed we had to hire two sunbeds forced to get a piece of beach. After a couple of hours we started getting bored, feeling trapped in this paradise. Between a bathroom and the other was now high time for our concerted recovery but even scafista of the shadow. The sun was beginning to fall behind the hills and the people to embark in the boat to return to port while we always like them three "pampa" wait do not know well who does not know what. After an hour delay, we started to panic: we were the only guests of the beach! Requesting clarification of the owner of this bar (as if he was going), we managed to overcome a shift from two boys who we discovered to be friends of our scapegrace scafista. Arrived really tired Lemos at home we have a shower and we went to eat a well-deserved dinner course of fish in the same restaurant the previous evening.

The next day we were woken up by the welcome rain; the inability to go to the beach we had the opportunity to work on our website. In the placid calm and ghostly quiet of this small village lost in the ocean again, we appreciate the pleasure of writing and getting lost in our thoughts.

The next day, national holiday of Venezuela (July 5), we have abandoned Mochima to head to the capital.