Day one in Los Roques
You know when you feel like you've been hit by a freight train who then backs up to see if it hit something, and rolls over you again? Yeah that's the way we felt after our 1:00am connection flight from Houston to Caracas. We thought they let you sleep on the red eye but no, they put a movie on, sit a crying baby in the row in front of you and feed you burritos. At 6:00am, after 2 short hours of sleep, we landed in Caracas. Can't say either of us could imagine going anywhere else but straight to bed but 4 hours later, we were finally boarding our 30 minuted flight to Los Roques. Thankfully this year we didn't choose the little dinky plane from Chapi (aka cheapy) airline. Aerotuy's plane door was actually closing all the way unlike our plane from last year. And, bonus: no screws were visibly missing. That said, the plane was old enough to be our plane from Houston's grand father... But we made it!! And all our exhaustion suddenly disappeared! Ah Los Roques!! It feels like going to visit an old friend. Mario, the owner of the posada was at the airport waiting for us with his wing man Harry. Both of them as well as the rest of the posada staff recognized and greeted us like old friends.
After quickly cleaning up and changing into something made with less denim and more spandex, we hopped in the posada's boat to make our way to Madriski , the closest island to Gran Roque. As you know, men and women are two completely different kinds of animals with entirely diverse priorities when it comes to the first official hour of a vacation. The all mighty male needs to sit, drink as many beer as he can, relax and watch passing badonkadonks* (*badonkadonks aka bubble butts perfectly shaped to wear the bikini half bottoms making any other woman possessing only a badonk without the kadonk envious. Most South American females are gifted with it although I can confirm some lucky gals from England are as fortunate- yeah, you know who you are! ) On her side, the tender-hearted female needs to explore the marvels of nature, feel the warmth of the sand and the caress of the sea. So I explored and felt while my man drank and relaxed. That's until the aqua water called both of us. A cooling dip was in order. No good snorkeling here on Madriski so we'll break in the new snorkeling gear tomorrow.
At 5:30, Harry was back to pick us up and take us to the posada with enough time to walk around the island then get cleaned up for dinner. I gotta admit we forgot just how fantastic the food is here. Oh chef Francesca, Goddess of food, you made my tastebuds quiver in ecstasy.
Now 10pm, and we're both ready to pass out. Lights are about to go off as our eyelids are getting just to darn heavy to stay open any longer. Good night everyone!! (I guess it will be morning before I post after all as the wifi is behing very temperamental right now)