Diverse vacation on the islands of Venezuela - Part 1

ISLANDS OF VENEZUELA Jody Tuoz a student so I'm sitting on a motorcycle behind me hardly know the guy. In his tenements (posada - a small private hotel) there was no place, so he was taking me to another hotel in the sleepy town of Chichirivichi. My future room was out the door without a lock and a dirty mattress on the floor. Even for a tourist like me - with a rucksack on his back and not wanting to spend a lot, to live in such a place would be too much. So I apologized to the owner and set off to roam the small town regretting that is not taken care of accommodation in advance. There was no tourist, and my Spanish was still not up to par, I dreamed of a cup of beer, and the town was very small, underdeveloped and rather dirty, and there were only a couple of places where you could drink. Already decided to go there, I heard the cry of "You certainly an Englishwoman!" Turning his head, I saw the smiling face of a tourist and I felt great relief at the thought that I was not alone in this strange city. City Chichirivichi After drinking a few cups, we are with my new friend suddenly found that both come from one part of Wales and became fast friends. Later, he helped me find suitable accommodation. This proved to be the most expensive place in town, but much choice I had, moreover, was beginning to get dark. I said goodbye with his new friend and went to his clean room with air conditioning, where the whole night not sleep. The most expensive hotel in the city was swarming with lizards and cockroaches, but from a broken air conditioner on my bed all night dripping water. The beach at the resort Morroco The next morning I woke up early and went in search of someone who could take me to one of the adjacent islands belonging to the National Park Morroco. This proved to be simple - I got on a boat with several other passengers, naively thinking that finally I could relax on the beautiful beach. Paradise now wild uninhabited islands are very spoiled hordes of mosquitoes, and I spent all morning, waving his arms to me, have not eaten alive. Then the sky suddenly turned black, and our guide said that urgently needs to sail until the storm began. The beach at Los Roques Let's just say: we did not have time slightly. Or rather, go back to the mainland we were right across the tropical storm. I do not really believe in what we are all alive on arrival, as our boat bouncing on the waves a few meters, and when she was with a horrible crash to fall back on the water, it seemed that she was about to fall apart into small pieces. All the passengers screamed in terror, and when we finally sailed, the two girls were crying and their boyfriends tried unsuccessfully to calm them down. As for me, I was fed up. I decided to come back to town and from there go to another Venezuelan island. Read more: