After a visit at a Robinson beach

Back in civilization, in Caracas after about two and a half days on the beach Cuyagua. Me and my fellow roomies left for the beach thursday morning at six o'clock am. What we thought would be a 4 hour trip turned out to be about 6.5 hours. We used almost all different kinds of public transport there are, except for boat. The day before we had bought a tent and so we were well prepared for some nice days on the beach.
First miscalculation:
- Should we buy food here in Ocumare de la costa (over there in that shop, right there! that has all that food) or wait until we get to the beach?
- Let's wait, surely there will be tiendas with food and fruit at the beach or at least at the little village.
Damn. As it turned out, there was not even the smallest little kiosk at the beach (because we arrived during the week), and after having walked the 30 minutes to the little village, we were very upset to notice that all it had to offer foodwise, were white toasts, tomatoes and salt.
Ok, so we accpted the fact that it would be a hungry stay at the beach, but probably a relaxing one.

Ok, here it will have to come a passus in the story, just to remind myself once again why I don't feel an overwhelming urge to have kids. The two little granddaughters of the nice Hilda (my host) are standing outside our door (two meters away) and playing a game (they just made up) called superman (or atleast that is my own interpretation of its name). The game is: the bigger girl screams (!) SUPERMAAAN and shoots her arm up in the air (just like superman, ok) trying to get the smaller girl (maybe 3 yrs old) to do the same, she soon succeeds... and the game continues for at least 20 minutes. It is in every way a nice game for the two little ones, I am sure, but one I can't understand or relate to, for me it is mostly noise, very loud and annoying noise. These kids... so hard to get.

Just so this post won't take you days to read, I here by continue the main story, the one about the beach...
Once the tents were up we could finally enjoy the sea. It was lovely temperature and great waves. Not that I am a negative soul (considering the above comment) but I do have to say that salty water not is my cup of tea. It gets into my throat and kind of stays there, and after the swim, you don't have that fresh feeling you have after a swim in a river or a lake, no, your body is covered in salt! What is that... but people seem to like it, and it wasn't like I didn't go in again.

Overall it was a very pleasant beach. Many tents were put up underneeth the coconut trees and I met some quite nice venezuelan youngsters. Some of them had been there on the beach for weeks! Crazy! So from then on there was not much to do but to read in the shade, take a swim in the ocean, talk with rasta-guys and... well not more than that actually.
Coconuts fell down from time to time and could just as well have killed someone, but as it all was so tranquil and paradise-like it was of course only charming. And so people showed how to open them up and put a straw into it to drink the water. It is like a gift from nature, and satisfied we stated that: We would survive afterall!!
Although, continuing my negative track, I hate coconuts, in every form and that disgusting water inside the nut was surely not better! Sad to admit that I would be the first to die if we were to be stranded on an deserted island.
So after two hours of this happy unproblematic life I was bored out of my head. It was just too hot and too little distraction. I think we all felt more or less the same, or atleast we all agreed to cut the trip short by one day and return saturday (today) instead! Good decision!

Friday evening I hung with some nice venezulan@s and tried to get there view on their countries political situation.
It was actually quite difficult. When I asked about Chavez they hushed and started to whisper, as something I think was a joke, but still. I do believe it is not completely unproblematic to talk freely out of your heart about C-man, if your ideas are not entirely appreciating.
Atleast from these young people I got support in my opinion about the ridicilous price on petrol. They commented on the fact that the low price is almost the same as giving the petrol away for free and how that doesn't match with our ongoing climate change problem.
I have tried to get a feeling for how big the general interest in politics is among the people here. As from where my own political understandig takes its ground, it is not sustainable to go through with a revolution in the name of "the pueblo" and not have the people engaged in what is happening. Politics and the way it is carried out should be on every ones lips, it should be thoroughly analised and discussed by every person in the country, since everyone will be affected by it.
I have failed big time in my tries to get hold of a news paper, it keeps slipping my mind. I do long for an update in what is going on in the country and how it is reported. My general feeling is that I have met over all people with quite good possibilities to do what they want in life, and they have all been negative to C-man. I'd like to meet the people who in first hand ripe the fruits of his changes. He did get about 67 % of the votings in the last election...
And then another question and concern, why put such hype on yourself while carrying through a revolution? I get the chills. But still as I said, so much remains to be understood about this country, it's politics, it's people and the revolution.
Ok, enough for now with this. There is so much more to say about it but I have written too much already.
The book tip of the month: Kvinnor på gränsen till genombrott, for you who understand swedish. I have gotten a hangup for swedish feminists from the 1920's, they were strong!

So long!


The tents at the beach!

Me on the beach. I am not sucking in the beauty of the ocean, I am thinking, damn it is hot.

The Cuyagua beach from a mountain nearby.

Me posing. I don't know from where I get all these ideas for such stylish positions, but it is quite good, isn't it?!