Gentlemen - below is a trip report I posted on WLC a bit ago.  I plan to do another about the trip to Cucuta, if anyone is interested.  Take care.
I thought I would tell about the last time I went to Caracas about the same 5-6 years ago. I had actually met a beautiful Colombiana there on I believe the last TLC tour that they did to Caracas. I went back to see her a few months later and we traveled back to the border of Colombia/Venezuela to a Colombian border city called Cucuta. My novia's papers had been stolen on the subway in Caracas and she needed to obtain new papers to legally be in Venezuela. We spent a couple of weeks there in Cucuta.
I went back to the states and our relationship started to go downhill. She had family issues that pretty much prevented her from ever coming to states. But I wanted to head down to Caracas to see if I could salvage the relationship.
I arrived in Caracas and went to my hotel. Hotels are expensive in Caracas. Because I was still learning Spanish, I had an interpreter that I knew called Margot that I would use from time to time for what I believed would be important conversations.
So I met my novia Liliana and we went through a couple of expensive dinners before we decided to end our relationship. But it was my birthday coming up so Liliana decided to arrange for a weekend away at the beach at a small town up the coast called Chichiriviche. Caracas does not have any good beaches near it as it is inland about 45 minutes or so from the Airport which is on the coast. There are no beaches there.
That old scallywag Malandro knows about Chichiriviche as I believe he went scuba diving up near there also. Of course Malandro could never get the babelicious women that I did.
Liliana's sister's boyfriend owns a house there. So I met Fernando for the first time. He was a great guy. He was a Spaniard living in Caracas who had a couple of pizza parlours in a few of their popular malls. He was the novio of Liliana's sister, who was quite the looker. She worked in some gambling den for high rollers and on a previous trip I had met some of the other girls who worked there. WOW, were they beautiful. Anyway, Fernando did not take any sh*t from any woman and he had an argument with Liliana's sister and told her to stay in Caracas for the weekend. He took another girl to the beach house for the weekend instead.
I had rented a car and Fernando had his girlfriend and another couple in his Bronco as we started out. I had Liliana and Margot in my car. Margot and I had become friends and she wanted to get out of Caracas so she joined us. We traveled over to the Airport and headed north up the coast. After a bit we hit a dirt road that goes right along the coast. Fernando was hitting a bottle of tequila too and would stop every ten minutes of so and we would pass it around. He warned me not to try to keep up with him on the curving dirt road. But hell, it was a piece of cake to stay with him.
We traveled about an hour or so from the Airport and arrived at his house when it was dusk. He fired up the barbeque on the top of his house and turned on the music. He cooked some meat but because he was drunk he ended up salting it too much and no one could eat much of it.
Instead we headed to the one and only disco up the road. That was a helluva night. The local women knew Fernando and were all trying to hit on him. Being a gringo also did not hurt me because every time I turned around someone wanted to dance, including Liliana.
The next day we all got up late. Liliana was shooting darts at Fernando's date because she had taken the place of her sister and there was no love lost there. Oh well, Fernando was having a good time with her. We left for the beach with Fernando announcing "let's go see the butts!" It was a rather small beach and there were some good looking women, but not alot.
Later in the afternoon, Fernando had his neighbor, who had also been drinking, cook sancocho (a kind of meat stew) on a campfire in the river that runs by his house down to the ocean. We spend all afternoon trading stories and drinking while the sanchoco cooked and went swimming in the pools of the river. BTW - they have a good beer in VN. called Polar that I heartily enjoyed. It is relatively cheap too.
Meanwhile Liliana and I were not making up. She did go to the trouble of buying me a nice birthday cake and I appreciated that.
The last day Fernando was going to take us to the waterfalls that are up the coast from there. We were going to go in his small boat because the road was really rough. We got into the boat and he had one of the locals there who works for him also with us. We headed out into the ocean and north for about a half an hour. We started in to the bay where the river with the waterfalls are and what the hell happens but the damn motor quits.
We were out almost too far to swim into shore. Some people started to get a little sick from the rocking and had to heave, including Fernando. Liliana was very afraid and it was not easy keeping her calm. Margot, who was just a wee bit pregnant, decided to go for it and jumped in to swim to shore. She was a good swimmer. Eventually, another boat came out with some scuba divers and they towed us into the shore. They were heading back to Chichiriviche and took Fernando's guy with them to get another boat for us.
Meanwhile, we started hiking up the river to see the waterfalls. Wow, it was worth the trouble to get there. it took about an hour of hiking but they were spectacular. I remember being able to climb to where you could get behind the falls in a cave and have the waterfall
come down on you.
I live in Colorado and we do no have warm rivers here. There, I enjoyed how warm the water in the rivers and the ocean is.
So eventually we had the boat return and we headed back to Fernando's house.
I left early the next morning with Margot because I had to fly home. I never saw Liliana again. I spoke to her a few times after that on the phone. She had somehow broken her hand and could not work for a bit. I remember sending her a couple of hundred bucks because I knew she and her family would need it.
That was also the last time I went to Caracas. I miss the Caracas Hilton and the wonderful Cuban cigars I would buy at the cigar store there. Of course, I also miss the babes..
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