Puerto la Cruz is a city bustling, chaotic, a little 'style Cuban in some respects, congested with old American cars that jostle among modern off-road safe during the day almost everywhere in the evening rather dangerous, at times interesting, not beautiful.
The highlight of our stay in the mainland is certainly represented by the little trip we did in Venezuela. 
The program was more or less the following: bus to ciudad de Bolivar (300 km), coach to to Guyana (100 km), car rental and descent along the Gran Sabana until you get to St. Helena (650 km) one step away from the border with Brazil! (where we could not get not having the vaccine for yellow fever). 
La Gran Sabana is an incredible place, the only road that runs straight through the loss an eye in a latch that leads up to 1400 meters between the open plains interrupted by plateaus called tepui dive from which numerous waterfalls, the most famous (Salto Angel) is the world's highest. 
You pass through places with names like el dorado (also to be avoided at night) and San Isidro, also known as 88 km, with callao compared to that of the carnival trinidad and many others. 
The earth is as red as that of a tennis court, the feeling is that of alternation of Australian scenarios and Africans (though never seen except on TV).
About half of this road we are on a dirt road to get to Kavanayen, a village 70 km inside a basis for going to see the jump Aponwao iboribò with the Indians! 
The village alone would be worth the 3 hours of off-road, lost in the middle of the vastness of the sabana, surrounded by tepui horizon, two dusty streets, and people very friendly. 
There is also the school where many children come pouring (in feet) do not know from where, there is nothing around for tens of miles away!
Cold, yes, at this altitude, nights are Cold Dust off jeans and sweatshirts after more than three months and custom T-shirt, what a feeling ... 
We would like to stop in this place longer, but we have deadlines to be met to return the car, so again on the march, the waterfalls are waiting for us and where we thought to find 
a wooden canoe to go down the river we find a motor boat, our guide was kind and patient and we enjoy the spectacle of Aponwao jump from above and from below. 
The next day we just have time to see a river flowing over a gravel bed and the keeper of the red on the park has kindly advised not to kill mosquitos, 
that breaks out the rain.
The return is then accelerated and make a leap of almost 400 km, returning to the starting point of fact, from here on ... coaches and we believe, in fact the bus had just split the windshield and then had to maintain a cruising speed of about 60 km / hour! The time to cover the more than 300 km to the marina of Puerto la cruz dilated exponentially more so as the driver, apparently not particularly concerned about the delay that was accumulating, he found time to stop at a stall to try to choose a watermelon that he pleases, or boosted a woman selling aloe ointment to make his speech, too strong!
Finally, exasperated, we went and we took a taxi.
Now think back to the sea
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