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New Year´s Eve Party at the Hostel (Posada)
When we got back from the Canaima, the first thing I did was get a much needed haircut. I was totally scared the whole time sitting in that chair, but luckily the guy did alright and didn't completely shave my head.
I then stood on the street and proved to a guy selling stuff that I could solve the rubics cube in under 5 minutes... I didn't take his money, it wasn't fair.
Then back to the posada, and the problems about eating began. Buy the time we decided to go out to eat, all of the restaurants were closed. We couldn't even find a taxi to bring us to different places in the city. A really nice Spanish guy ended up letting us get into the back of his pickup truck and drove us around the town looking for an open restaurant, but there was nothing. Finally we found convenience store which we stocked up on some food and went back to the hostel.
Everything at the posada was pretty quiet until Midnight. The posada was totally cool with its own bar/lounge area. At night everyone the beer and rum must have kicked in because everyone started dancing. I didn't end up going to sleep until 5am. I learned I can dance meringue and speak spanish with the help of a little run. It was an unexpected great New Years... hopefully the year will be the same.
They next day was another huge search for breakfast. After walked around for about an hour we ended up in the same convenience store. For dinner we found a place even closer and a couple people made a huge spaghetti dinner, with the italian guy making the sauce, for the 12 or so of us in the posada.
The next day bought a ticket for the night bus to my next destination, a town called Santa Elena. And then I walked around town taking some pictures. If you ever wondered what happened to all old gas guzzling cars in America, they are sent to Venezuela. It is amazing how many old cars are still on the road. It does help that it only cost about $2 to fill up your tank with gas.
Again, transportation difficulties. It seems like they sold more tickets for the bus then there were people, so I had to fight to get on the bus. I was the third to last. Of course I couldn't sleep the whole night, I never do on buses. We did have the excitement of stopping every few hours at military checkpoints where everything gets searched in your luggage. I just kind of showed the guy my pack and let him decide if he wanted to go through it... usually not, and I got to get back onto the bus.
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