Heaven on the Bridge
Trip Start Dec 30, 2010
84Trip End Jul 06, 2011
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Where I stayed
Posada don Carlos
Again, I have no idea which bus station we stop at is my stop. So a young lad sitting near me gets frequent questions of 'Ciudad Bolivar??????????' from the concerned looking ginger gringo. At one bus stop I spot some more of these old long cars, they just fascinate me!
At last I find Ciudad Bolivar. I step off the bus, ignore the calls for taxis and drinks and eat my cheese and think about purchasing the ongoing ticket for Caracas on Sunday. I decide it'll be better to wait till Sunday, just in case something happens with the trip back from the Angel Falls. I hop into a taxi and the driver asks if he can practice his English with me, He is learning from a cd and when he pops it in, the first words are 'she is pretty', 'I think you are beautiful'!! He drops me off at Posada Don Carlos, I have no reservation but there is a room available for me. I drop my things and get a text from my mum saying they (Mum, Andy, Pete and Kim) are ready for a skype session. I walk to the nearest Internet cafe and enjoy 90 minutes of catching up with some of my family. They all want to see the beard, my mum comments that Ive lost some chins (thanks mum!) and all in all it's wonderful to talk to familiar faces and hear about the Canadians visit to the UK. The session ends and I have some time to look around Ciudad Bolivar, It is a small city, but nonetheless, a peaceful and beautiful one.
Wander around the main plaza and head down the steep hill towards the river. Good fortune would again have me see what I saw next. I walk towards the river, look to my left and see the bridge of Ciudad Bolivar with the Sun exploding from behind deep dark clouds. I did not plan to see this, I had not expected it, I am just lucky to have been in the right place at the right time. I walk further west along the promenade, inviting interesting looks from locals that may not have seen a man with hair on fire. I stand infront of this heavenly scene and begin to think of those that are no longer with us. There are only a few that I think about, but the one that stands out is my Nan. She passed away just after Christmas in 2001. I guess she came to mind as I had just seen a picture of my Grandad holding his great Gran child and I imagine the look on my Nans face if she was there. She was so good to me as a child that she would have adored Easton and by now would have knitted him a little jumper, or scarf for the cold climate of Calgary. I think of her great sense of humour, her laughter and always having to explain things to Grandad. I have been so lucky on this trip, the safe passage
I leave the spot where I am standing, motionless, and head back east along the waterfront to a better viewing area. Along the way I pass a long, surprisingly well disciplined line, waiting for a boat to cross the river.
Once the sun has almost departed, I decide to try find some dinner but as I pass by a couple, I see an opportunity for another shot.
Ciudad Bolivar, in the hour I spent walking around, held a special place in my heart, even more so when I found a place that made fresh limonade, by the jug full (or large plastic container) and I had some chicken pieces with rice and random things.
I am not sure what to expect over the next 3 days with the Angel Falls, but I´m sure the memories will last a lifetime!
Miles walked 2.68