I had grabbed a loaf of bread, some ham and a bit of cheese just before going to the bomberos, and with everything being closed that was to be my breakfast. Even being early, the wind was still blowing, and it combined with the potholes to make for a quite slow ride to the next town of Aragua de Barcelona. It involved a few stops, thankfully I passed through a couple of small communities and so was able to get water each time – an important thing in a place like this where tap water usually
With my camera not being repairable outside of the US, I needed a new one. I was in the difficult situation of wanting to get a decent temporary replacement, but not pay a huge amount for it. That kind of thing is possible in the US with the joy of sales on Amazon, but not quite so doable in Venezuela. I was also slightly hamstrung by the currency situation, which meant that I was limited by the cash I was already carrying, unless I wanted to use the official exchange rate. That would push a camera
After drinking some nice rum at the house of the cousin of Ivan, my host, we picked up David, another Couchsurfer, from the bus terminal before getting to Ivan’s son’s house around 10:30. I fell into a hammock and was immediately asleep, getting a few hours before being woken up at 2:30 to head to the airport. Ivan’s son was going to Curacao for the weekend and the airport is by the coast, north of Caracas.
Even though we left at 2:30, there was some seriously ridiculous traffic