Hola ¿Como Estas? well since i last wrote ive had a roller coaster ride of new experiences! i had my last week in Margarita, was so sad to leave but happened pretty quickly, i spent the last few days partying with the group in various bars and clubs, mannn we raked up a bill of 40quid between 4 people at one place when beer is 20p was crazy, and it was a monday night...even worse. i left in a frantic rush from margarita after waking up hungover and realising my tour from caracas starts on saturday and not sunday...rushed to the airport, bought another ticket for get this.....17pounds!!! inc tax for an hour long flight...was totally nuts how cheap airline tickets are. so got to caracas finally got to my hotel and was like hey everyone wheres my tour, i was expecting a welcome meeting, maybe with flags and free finger sandwhiches but no nothing, so i decided to park myself at the bar, order a cuba libre and 3 secs later another girl came allong, found out she was on my tour so we had dinner, walked around a bit and decided to take a metro to the centre to Capitolio, realised it was pretty dodgy walking around at night, the funniest thing we saw was this random armchair on the sidewalk filled up with rubbish and people just using it liek a normal bin...was so funny, went to a bar and ordered more cuba libres, actaully 2 glasses of rum and a small glass of coke for each of us. got a text from my friend in caracas who couldnt believe were were in capitolio after dark, at this point me and Jen were both pretty tipsy had no idea how to get back to the the metro station, got the bill and decided to head back, the metros are actaully better than the underground, a lot cleaner and air conditioned...was weird. after getting back to our area, we wandered round for a club and found a salsa bar tucked down a street, was so nice and intimate with mostly tables and a small dancefloor and live salsa band, was perfect, i had a few dances with a nice chap, and finished more cuba libres then made our way back to the hotel. In the morning the guy i met in Margerita picked me up from the hotel...omg he had one of those seriuosly old american 70s cars was so fun, everyone drives really old cars around here all falling to pieces but they look sooo cool, anyway, went back to his place for breakfast of arepas and headed to the beach, really cool surfing beach, spent the day there, and then had to get back to Caracas to meet the group which i was dreading. and i expected the worse....8 people of ages, 26,34,47,57,60 and 62 so the majority old ladies i was like nooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! so this week has been pretty hard for me, coming from Margerita where i was having fun every second of the day to this. our tour leaded Dan is pretty cool though but still. We shared a pretty funny xmas eve together, the old ladies bought a huge bottle of rum after one was held up at gun point and had her camera stolen oh dear! we went out for a meal on the beach, and the old ladies just went totally nuts!! after 2 hours of drinking, one had passed out and the other had peed herself....was sooooo funny!!! they were rolling around in the sand kissing and hugging each other, smoking and they havnt smoked for 30 years, after about an hour, they were both passed out and had to be carried up stairs to their beds. after that we carried on the beach party, went swimming for ages, i was salsa dancing with any local kid that walked by, drank more on the roof terrace for literally hours and went swimming againg at 6pm and someone stole my nice yellow dress...ohh damn it. had an uneventful hungover xmas, calling family members and sleeping and a pretty early night. on boxing day we took a boat trip snorkeling and then i was starting to feel like i didnt want to be on this tour, really bad, the next day was even worse, we took a bus to Cuidad Bolivar and i just couldnt stop thinking about everything, it just seems on a tour 90% of the fun of travelling has been taking away from you cas your not actually having your own adventure, your not experiencing random things and everything is just planned out for you on a piece of paper. it just feels awful, i just want to be on my own and meeting up with whoever i want to travel with, not a bunch of old english ladies. i realised when i wanted to go on this tour i was in a totally different place in life, if i would have just come straight from england to here i would have been fine but since ive done 2 months Africa, 1 month in venezuela learning spanish it just feels like ive taking 5 steps forward in my travelling adventure and now 4.5 steps back. i dont want to be with a big group of english people. i want to experience the culture and be with the people, i realised everyone here is just all about doing the advneture stuff like hiking and stuff but all im interested in is the culture so im just really upset that theres nothing i can do at this point in time. its just the fact that all have 5 months of this which is really upsetting me, i can handle a couple months and then just travel and do my own thing but i gues im just going to have to stick it, i just want FREEDOM!!!!! and i wanna travel how i want to, with whoever i want to travel with, thats the main problem. damn it! the last few days ive had fun though. we went to Canaima, had an hour hike to the river, 3 hour canoe ride to Angel Falls, an hour long hike to the falls and then it got dark! so there was 10 people, only 2 had torches, walking through the jungle over huge vines and boulders, was literally impossible, ervyone was hungry, tired, sick of tripping over the rocks...man it was hard!! we got back to camp after 3 hours! had dinner and slept in our hammocks, would have been fine if the two men next to me wernt snoring so loud! in the morning we had only an hour canoe ride cas we were going with the river and then i started to get really pissed off, i just cant deal with being in a group on a tour!! its just not me, its so frustrating eating every meal, sleeping together, everything with people you dont even have a connecton with. so i called mom, broke down in tears...i know its stupid and it can be a lot worse, its just frustrating. so i went walking around the village, found some kids to sit with and practice my bad spanish with which has got even worse now im with all f***ing english people. and then i found some indigenous dude to hang around with, he was so cool, he could do all these animal calls and his name ment "rainy fire" in Penom. after being so sad i found myflef frolicking around the jungle with some indian boy, he took me walking across these pipe lines that were about 50foot over ditch....was so scary, had half an hour trekking like almost vertical down the jungle, clinging onto ledge to get round this waterfall and actaully went behind the waterfall, it was like Gorge of The Jungle, i was sure i was going to die, this waterfall was soo powerful and huge, about 40 feet wide with gushing water, was so much fun though, then swam back across the lagoon and sat with this kid for ages....these are the kind of experiences im talking about, just finding out about the poeple and their culture and a different way of like, i think ive just got to do that where ever i go from now on and just be really anti social and get away from everyone! we took a flight back in a 5 seater plane which was really fun and now im in Cuidad Bolivar waiting to catch a 12 hour night bus to Santa Elena for new years. so ive just got to hang in there and realise im seeing the most amazing things, if i was on my own i would still probably be in Caracas right now