The pelicans quarreling about a few fish offal, while getting two market women over a delivery of goods in the hair. Peer and I are sitting in the middle of the harbor market in Santa Fe, drink our coffee and nibble on our arepas , while we try to be awake. We have neat way to go , no one can tell us exactly how we will accomplish it. So rather get up early to create a proper foundation for the day and then hope for the best. It works. An Austro- burly beggars, the day before we talked in German , joins us , we will give him a breakfast out like with tickets Ferry Liverpool Dublin.

This leads us through the narrow streets of Santa Fe and convinced a bus driver to take us to the bus terminal and nothing to worry there that we get a bus to Cumana. So Cumana. A village on the north coast of Venezuela and last stop of the buses that run to the east. So far so good, the bus driver keeps his promise not concede us up and take us to the next bus. Where we have to shell out double the fare.

What is fair , however , because this bus is a " collectivo " , a minibus , which always travels with no fixed departure times, when it is full. Since our big backpacks take up as much space as two driving guests, we can not very well discuss and pay without objection. it is advantageous that we placed because of our luggage at the front and so gotten through the open side door pleasant wind. so we have to Cumana about two hours time , we see the lush green landscape and look at tickets Ferry Pembroke Rosslare prospect.

Is as expected in Cumana , first closing. The collectivo throws us into an unknown city in an unknown area to an unknown street corner out and that was it. A little old lady on the way, a policeman and a man who offers his services as a taxi driver explain independently the same way to the bus terminal. Good conditions. When we get there, our courage falls also not significant, as we learn that there are no more buses to Güiria.

For there , on the eastern tip of the Peninsula de Paria , it runs during the day the weekly ferry to Trinidad like my last trip to Dover. Telephone reservation of seats was not possible and supposedly not necessary. But we sure do not want to leave and would rather be in front of office hours there to buy our tickets today for us. Now we are in Cumana , it's almost noon, and maybe there is a bus by one.

However, in areas that are frequented by buses and little collectivos, there are in Venezuela replacement. Carritos that are shared taxis that operate on the same principle. After a short negotiation we can bargain down the driver from 1500 to Bolivar 80 per person. The usual fare , to pay the other passengers also. And so once more come to enjoy to ride in one of the many old American road cruiser that populate the streets in Venezuela. An old Ford , the fuel bill would priceless in Germany , is doing here his old age and chauffeured driver and five passengers quite comfortably until the desired destination.

03-08-2013 om 00:00 geschreven door larabrugge