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Published: January 27th 2009
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After Cuzco I headed aver to Lima, had been invited to join some friends on the coast and learn to Surf. A couple of days later we arrived in a small village of Cerro Azul, where not much happens apart from fishing and surfing. We checked into our hotel and got straight out to the beach. Unfortunately after about 30 minutes my teacher Hector dislocated his shoulder pushing my board. Spent a horrendous 30 minutes on the beach with Hector in a lot of pain and I wasn’t able to help much. Fortunately we found someone who could help Hector fix his shoulder, but obviously that was the end of the surfing plans for the next couple of days. I did get back out a couple of times later on in the week, but really need more practice. Did get more practice reducing shoulders when Hector dislocated his shoulder again less than a week later. This time we were back in Lima, and with the help of youtube we managed to do a good technique that is easy (when you know it) and painless.
The next leg was a long travel from Lima to Tumbes in northern Peru and then on
to Guayaquil in Ecuador. From there we took a flight to Caracas via Bogota, in Caracas we took a bus east to Puerto la Cruz. We then made the bad decision to try and go straight on from Puerto la Cruz to Carupano overnight. We had to wait a couple of hours before the buses from Caracas started to arrive, but everyone we spoke to reassured us that it should not be a problem to find a place on a bus. They were wrong. We spent all night in the bus station, but there were lots of other people trying to do the same, and so close to Christmas the buses were all very full. Finally around 6 in the morning Hector found us 2 places and we were back on our way.
The next few days over Christmas were very relaxed, chilling out and going to the beach. The evenings there were spent with friends at the house or around on the street. Christmas Eve was spent with Hectors family and lots of good food and a few whiskeys.
The 26th we left with the family in a 3 car convoy for the Gran Sabana for a week of
camping. It was a 2 day journey to get there, broken up with many stops and so we arrived in the afternoon of the 27th. We set camp and explored around some before evening came and with it came the rain. Evening was spent drinking rum and cokes (with ice!) and chatting, but the rain kept coming back with more frequency until we decided it had won and we headed for bead. The next day w headed over to a river, where there was a waterfall and natural swimming pools, spent the afternoon in and out of the water and climbing behind the waterfall. That evening the rain came back for a solid 5 hours, it eased up for a while in the late evening but rained again through the night.
Morning came, and everyone was pretty damp and grandma had been evacuated to the car during the night. General plan was to change camp and find somewhere drier, but as we drove around during the day it felt we were being chased by rain clouds. By the afternoon we turned around and headed back for Carupano, defeated by the rain.
New Years Eve was spent again with Hectors family
for food and drinks up to midnight; the rest of the evening was spent out partying in the streets.
2nd of January we moved over to the island of Margarita, known as a tropical and shopping paradise, it also draws 1000’s for windsurfing and kites surfing. It was definitely a big bonus to be with a local and a car to escape the crowds and hang out on s lovely, but empty beaches. The original plan was to spend a week in Margarita and then head over to Merida and then to Caracas. However, it took much more time than planned to get some necessary repairs done on the car, and then Hector dislocated his shoulder a third time, so we decided to kick back and spend a couple of easy weeks around Margarita. Spent loads of time on the beach, went over to the island of Coche, met more friends of Hectors, learnt the rules of baseball and well chilled out!
The month raced by and all too quickly it was time to pack my bags and retrace my steps back down to Lima.
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eenglish lady, why you no push your board?
Buono Samaritano Meester Hector, he in pain. He very sad, he say he no more push your board. He say he do well apart from constant agony. He ask between pained gasps why you no push your board. oh no! Meester Hector now dislocated knees bent to take weight off dislocated shoulder. I go. He need help bad. But first I ask too, oh eenglish lady, why you no push your board?