Traveling through Coro, Morrocoy, Valencia and Maracay
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July 7th, 2007 – by: sethmiller
The 5th of July is Venezuelaâ€™s Independence Day. So a couple friends and I have been traveling the past few days. Unlike Europe, trains are extremely rare in most of South America and to my knowledge, nonexistent in Venezuela.
Anyways, Coro was a fairly interesting smaller town with an extremely friendly community, however we didnâ€™t stay long. After eating a few empanadas on the street, we went for a small gold sanded desert. As Grossman would say, it was like a joke. You have yourself a typical smaller town and then out of nowhere, they have a small desert-like area in the northeast part of there city. We made it there by about 9 am, but by 10:30 we were getting pounded by the sun and none of us had a compass. Shortly after exploring the town, we took another bus to Chichiriviche, a nothing special town but a necessity to get to several fantastic islands. We negotiated to have a guy transport us out on his fishing boat for thirty minutes to Cayo Sombrero.
We had a boat transport us to town and then we took a 2 hour bus to Valencia the third largest city in Venezuela after Caracas and Maracaibo. Every single bus and most taxiâ€™s in all of Venezuela have enormous Kevin Goldberg sound systems. Its really quite funny, you hop onto a 1982 multicolored retired school bus and inside it has 4 subwoofers and plenty of speakers throughout. The drivers will pump Salsa, Meringue, and Reggaeton and drive recklessly like itâ€™s a game. Even back here in Merida, all the small local buses that I take everyday have sound systems and donâ€™t hesitate to crank them.
The four of us split a very basic 4 bed room for less than $5 US a person. We were glad to have a shower and looked forward to catching up on rest in beds. Valencia is a faster paced city and the speed in which most speak is also faster. We were all appreciative of the people of Merida during those conversations. Although everyone in Valencia and everyone in Venezuela for that matter has been extremely welcoming and helpful despite the disagreements between our governments. We didnâ€™t spend as much time as I would have liked in Valencia, but we did catch a few minutes of a service in a beautiful 18th century Roman Catholic church. Saturday we went to Maracay (not Morocoy) and enjoyed the beautiful Henri Pettier National Park.
After, we took a bus back to Valencia to grab dinner and watch the Venezuela/Uruguay futbol match that didnâ€™t turn out in our favor. Following, we bumped into three cute girls in a pickup truck that gave us a ride to the bus station for our 7th bus in four days. 10 hours later, we were back in Merida. The night buses arenâ€™t bad, because of their comfort and ease of resting.
When I went to buy my guitar a week or so ago, looking for directions to the store, I chatted with a girl from here. We got together tonight in one of the local plazas. I brought my Spanish dictionary and she brought her English dictionary â€“ it was pretty funny. Afterwards we saw Oceans 13 which was pretty good. Movies are a great language opportunity because of the subtitles.
As my Spanish has gained a bit of momentum, I enjoy chatting more with my family here. The parents are very warm and patient. Although it seems as though my mom wants to get me hooked on the delicious cafĂ© we have large volume of. I canâ€™t sit around without her bringing me food continuously. Also, she does my laundry behind my back. With most meals we have Batidas, something like a smoothie. Our freezer is filled with various cut up fruits. Each day, she makes a different Batida which is overwhelmingly refreshing, healthy, and delicious. I might have to get the old Jack Lalanne juicer going once I come back.
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