Saturday night 3rd of september I found myself in a por puesto(shared taxi) on my way to the coastal boardercrossing between colombia and venezuela, with a driver that stopped every halfhour to buy more beer. I was almost falling a sleep to the tunes of Venezuelan latina music sounding through the old speakers behind my head, thinking back at the last 4 weeks of my travelling, and about a journey like this is formed by the coincidents of everyday life. The ...

On sunday morning we took the ferry together with Harry to Puerto la Cruz and from there we got a taxi onwards to Mochima. The ride was about 1 hour along the coast of the lovely Mochima National Park, but in the dark we couldn´t see anything. On the way we saw 4 or 5 accidents along the road. Incredibly many. No problems for us though and after passing Santa Fe were we spent a few nights before going to Isla Margarita we ended up in Mochima at about 7pm s...

After catching our breaths in Caracas for a day or two, we headed east again. This time with thoughts of visiting our buddy from Roraima, Harry, in Isla Margarita, and maby flying out to the paradisical islands in Los Roques. Since money is a way bigger problem here than in the rest of the world, our departure from Caracas was delayed about 6-7 hours due to waiting on a "parallell-marked" exchange to go through. Causing our original plan of getting to Isla ...

After spending some time in Caracas we decided to rent a car on thursday 21st of july and do a roadtrip to the west of the country. After bussing through Venezuela we had long since realized that the police and military checkpoints are everywhere, and being white "gringos" we assumed that they were going to stop us quite frequently. Also having heard all the stories of the crooked police here we must admit that we were concerned. Wednesday night we had been...

We are now in the allegedly most dangerous city in the world, Caracas. Arrived here on a 24 hour bus ride from Santa Elena on friday without power on our cell phone and with way to little cash. After finding a power outlet and calling Enrique, we met a friend of his, Erika, whom we stayed with for the next 2 days. Visited the cable car mountain above the city, seing the city from above and trying loads of local food. On sunday we moved our asses and ate a delicio...