Margarita
Sarah Grace goes to sea
Chris Yerbury and Sophy White
Wed 3 Jan 2007 03:02
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Tuesday 2nd January, 2007,
Margarita
Despite being fifteen miles
offshore from Venezuela, we are in South America. The people are an
amazing mix of native indian and incomers, and are very varied and
beautiful. The food is great: it's great to be bamboozled by fifty
percent of what you see in a fast food buffet. Banana leaf wrapped ???
polenta, strange white giant asparagus bamboo shoots, white stringy carrot
shaped things, fried yellow chunks of something??? and so it goes
on.
Going to the supermarket
was a huge adventure, starting with a fifty year old car that coasted and
creaked and squealed along, smelling strongly of petrol, and looking like
something from Mad Max crossed with a Cheverolet. None of the
windows and doors worked. Chris said,'Everytime we went around a
corner I expected a wheel to roll off'.
When we got to the super
market, there was a big sign saying all guns were to be left at the
door...
Otti and Mimi have spent
the afternoon playing with 11 year old Jessie, who lives on a Christian mission
leadership training boat, with twelve people on board, anchored next to
us.
We are trying to make some
plans, and have decided to venture into Venezuela, park the tub at Porta La
Cruz, and take a roadtrip to the Orinoco delta, which is meant to be filled with
pirhanas and crocodiles and monkeys, although it may not be possible to organize
in the time we have.
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