Delicious

Trip Start Jun 03, 2010
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Flag of Venezuela  , Orinoco Delta,
Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Delicious is my nickname.  Started accidentally by Alex/Alexi/Alexis/Alexia/Alejandro who couldn't pronounce my name and thought it was Deleesh.

Delicious are the popsicles I made from extra concentrated raspberry Tang. I named them after myself, so they are delishsicles.  Great as a midnight snack while watching the stars by the river.

Delicious is what I am to the mosquitoes. DEET can't even stop them from biting me all over the place. I wake up in the night scratching like I'm trying to take my skin off.

Delicious, though scarce, are the mangoes, taken off the trees. While on a trip to Boca, we pit-stopped at a dock with a mango tree. Azu and I were trying so hard to pull the branches close enough so that we could lean out over the river and grab a couple of (green, unripe) mangoes.  We looked so ridiculous and pitiful that a girl who had been watching us walked over and handed me a perfectly ripe mango she had with her.  We thanked her with a malt soda we had.  

Delicious are the arepas we eat for breakfast sometimes. They are like flat round cornbread pancakes. They don't actually taste that great, but I am addicted.

Delicious was oddly the scent of the bug spray we found. Too bad we realized after we had sprayed our entire bodies that it was insecticide, not meant to be anywhere near skin.  Oops.

Delicious was the first Caipirinha I tried (after making probably 20 of them). Limes and sugar mashed in a glass, fill it with ice and white rum, shake, pour and enjoy, but watch out for the seeds.  I can also make you a cubalibre, which is just rum and coke with a few drops of the mysterious bitter stuff in the unlabeled bottle. 

Delicious is NOT what is underneath the clothesline.  It's a swamp, likely created by the broken sewage pipe crossing it. To hang your laundry, you have to balance along criss-crossing beams, some of which are only anchored on one side, so that if you step too far out, you'll seesaw into the muck.  Oh, and try not to drop your room key in it like I did. 

Delicious is NOT the word to describe the Jumanji-sized bug in my room
last night. I think it was a cricket, but it was so big and thick that
you could have fried it and had a good-sized snack of its meaty legs.
Maybe it would be delicious after all.

Delicious will be the cake and cookies I eat once I leave this place tomorrow with Azu to go to Angel Falls.
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Mom on

Hi Delicious! Loved your blog. The bug, not so much. Looks pretty rustic there. Glad you're be getting away for a while. Looking forward to hearing all about it. Love You!

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