On a more pleasant note we woke up at 6am, to a hot shower and a very friendly hostess service at Posada del Rosario. I would recommend these people to any traveller because they were very polite in the morning, stayed up late to let us in, and were very friendly. The tour representative was called Giovanni, and he picked us up and we were on our way to the airport for the trip to Canaima. This is where Megan started to get very excited, because she saw that the plane itself was no bigger than a paper aeroplane I made in school!Me myself, not overly happy seeing a plane smaller than my office at work pull up… I mean come on, where's my jet propelled plane, with life jacket, seat belts and parachute?Last time I was in a plane this size, I jumped out of it, but that was with instructors and of course that great invention called a parachute!The plane held 4 people… 4 PEOPLE! Are you nuts….? And the controls were literally about half a metre in front of where I was sitting. The scary moment of course was when the pilot decided to un-strap himself and dig around in his bag for a cheese and ham sandwich. To be honest I actually really enjoyed the flight, although a little unnerved by the lack of concentration from the pilot and size of the aircraft… The scenery was nothing less than sensational, very few clouds in the sky, blue sky everywhere, and the landscape just kept changing from rocks to jungle, to lagoons, to prairie… so much to see! Canaima is about an hour south by stupidly mini plane, from Ciudad Bolivar and completely inaccessible by car. We continued south and I recognised that we were over the Venezuelan delta, completely uninhabited pars of land and sea scattered for miles and miles around the eastern shores of the country.As we approached the national park, the jungle gave way to huge Tepui's, Roughly 65% of the park is covered by table mountain (tepui) formations. Just like Table Mountain in South Africa only bigger and more in number. As we continued and started to descend, a huge lake appeared and on this lake a number of waterfalls. From the air this sight was absolutely breathtaking, it was literally like a waterfall park. The plane came into land and we could see the runway coming closer and closer as we weaved back and forth, I really did think we were part of the Krypton Factor. Phwwww as I opened my eyes we had landed and tumbled out of the mini-plane! First thought - hot hot!We were taken to our lodging by Pedro our new tour guide, the place is like an Indian village, very cool, and completely undeveloped. No tarmac roads, just dirt tracks and all village is built around a huge pink lagoon. It is like something out of the old western stories in America, although there are no wigwams, and a few trucks here and there, that they bought in for development. They have little stores here and there for food and lodging necessities (toilet paper, soap etc…), a couple of churches, Catholic of course! And one little school. The airport itself only serves Puerto Ordaz and Ciudad Bolivar that I know of, so is only domestic, due to not having the facilities to accept larger craft. Our little shelter Churum Vená Lodge is perfect, private bathroom, with shower and all modern facilities… great value for money.. although the new development right by the lake with its own private villas and huge outdoors eatery looks like its going to be gorgeous. Maybe next time hey? That is if nothing else goes wrong!I am a bit worries about our tour guide as after being told that all tour guides speak fluent English, he has very basic English, but hopefully a lot of passion. I can't wait to see everything! Very excited.