The real Waterworld! Story of a trip to Venezuela

I want to start this new adventure with a pledge. A toast to this wonderful country, and the best place to do it is certainly in the 'water, because this country is full. Find water everywhere and under the most varied forms, with colors of many colors. They range from calm and emerald green 'archipelago of Los Roques, through those brown pushed by invisible currents of the many rivers, the most powerful waterfalls splashing white coming to hundreds of meters and that, often at the basin, which falls from the sky. Sull 'living water, we wash, work, history for the rivers and seas. A study trip from home. Designed so that you can tap some of the most interesting points for us. A few relaxing days in paradise beaches in Los Roques, canoeing on the trail of Alejandro de Humboldt Autana in the area along the river Amazon, in search of pink dolphins in the delta of 'Orinoco, up the speed to reach Angel Falls, the waterfall highest in the world and then .... As fascinating places and met so many really good people. Begins a new adventure, my friend Daniel, Spanish, known on the road, 's called it a Puta Madre Aventura, soon you will understand why.
After two days spent in the urban jungle of Caracas, in the midst of traffic, honking at any time of day, volume disco music virtually anywhere, being careful not to make us lie down by buses darting, looked at us and not even talk , we head to buy a plane ticket to escape and go to heaven. Just about a 'time of flight to be catapulted into an ocean deep and impetuous first and then becomes so calm and transparent as soon as it collides with the white beaches or the many reefs that form the' archipelago of Los Roques. Are more than 140 coral islands, only sand el uninhabited 'island of Gran Roque. The largest and most populated. Coming down with the 'plane actually seems to land on the beach. D 'other hand, the track is right next to the beach with its marina where boats depart for other islands. To time in the day, departing from Caracas to get a little 'sea and fall in the evening, as normal for us to take the car while it was an unexpected arrival and very exciting. We go in the hall 's waiting, a thatched roof on the beach, pack up and take us away, we go to look for a posada. One thing strikes us immediately, just off the propellers' s plane, a great silence, darting there are no buses, no cars, no noise, just the wind and waves. We walk on the sand, the whole village was built on sand. There are no paved roads, the houses are only a plan, colorful, doll houses pastel flowers all cared bomboniere 'shade of tall trees. A small square, clearly still sand, it makes us realize that we are in the center. Center for the opportunity to say, in ten-minute walk, turn around the country. Walking with shoes makes us uncomfortable, it all away, we immerse ourselves completely in the 'relaxed atmosphere of this amazing paradise. The first thing that comes to mind is to move here. Many Italians have already done most of the Posada are compatriots. And why not us? Maybe because we have not yet found the ideal place to live, perhaps because the life you live it while traveling, to learn, learning to live, learn to travel, and perhaps one day, far away, we'll find true paradise.

 

This time traveling alone. It's time to move the trip. Take a bus from Caracas. We start at eight in the evening and in about fifteen hours we arrived in Puerto Ayacucho, the region of Amazonas, on the border with Colombia. After more than a 'time traffic, the' bus leaves the city. Change the landscape, green hills to take the place of squalid houses in the suburbs. Presto is dark, between a film el 'more clearly to loud, I can do some nap. Then sleep takes over and I start to dream. Dream of traveling by bus, in a country unknown to me, I dream of going in against a new adventure, I seem to be lying in a bus seat, but at the same time boating. A loud noise wakes me up to 'sudden iron chains are slamming on the floor of the boat. So I was not dreaming. We forded the Rio Apure on a 'huge barge full of trucks, buses and people on foot who moves from one bank to' other. And 'one of the many fords to be crossed to reach that destination. Great chance to stretch their legs and to chat with fellow travelers. Some rain moves further travel and, after about fifteen hours will be at your destination. Find accommodation, I meet with Victor Emanuel that helps me to organize a hike along the Rio Autana canoe. I join three other young Venezuelans and one Spanish. Prepare 's equipment, field kitchen, food and lots of beer, load all the jeep and all the next morning' sunrise we head to the port of Samariapo from where you start with the canoe. An 'incredible atmosphere, a constant swarm of busy people to load and unload cargo, to bargain, passengers waiting for their canoe impatience with the chronically late. Scenes of ordinary life, and in the midst of all this there too, sharing a normal day in a normal port of a normal river in a normal region, the 'Amazon.