Ciudad Bolivar

I sleep in, grab a hot shower and shave. When I say shave, I mean shave! My beard has gone for the first time since I bought a beard trimmer some 5½ years ago. Short hair, no beard, I look 24 years old! I join Lisa and Mark for breakfast. I ask how they met and Lisa inadvertently blurts out, "I was married to his cousin." It all goes quiet. Oops. Lisa researches nutrition and Mark is / was a Carpenter. They leave to do some scuba diving in Lod Roqs. I chat to the Frencies (who are sporting sandals from their newly recovered bag!) for a bit before they leave for the Delta de Orinoco. I'm on my own again. It's largely a wasted day. I walk along the waterfront, buy a couple of "bacon rolls" (bread rolls with pig bits in), convert my 1st Travellers Cheque into local groats, use the Internet to tell people I'm still alive and go back to the Colombian for dinner. Well the food is good and the girls are mighty pretty. Today I get a choice of red or black salsa on my carne! I choose black. Then back to the hostel before dark, a cheeky beer and an early night.

Posted by Steve Eynon