In the middle of the Gran Sabana
Trip Start
Jan 19, 2006
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Trip End
Jan 19, 2007
My cook group scores brownie points today by cooking bacon sandwiches for all before we set off further south. First we go through a couple of towns and past another security checkpoint where we show our passports again. Fortunately the number of times we have been stopped has decreased since we left the Columbian border area. As we get to San Isidro the last real town before we get to Brazil I try and ring home from their communications centre as its my mums birthday but it appears that none of the communications actually work on their satellites!
We arrive in the Gran Sabana. Miles of undulating landscape with very dry land and clumps of very hardy looking grass. We go off the main road (which is actually quite good) and onto the bumpy dirt track to try and find some watefalls and Indian villages but sadly the truck is too big and heavy to go off the makeshift bridges. Instead we decide to park up on a hill overlooking the miles of nothingness. Is fantastic. We sit on the roof with a beer and feels amazing. After a while we notice a couple of locals who have walked from the village 7km away to go to another village so we give them some water and have a sign language chat.
We pitch our tents and have dinner before bed.
We arrive in the Gran Sabana. Miles of undulating landscape with very dry land and clumps of very hardy looking grass. We go off the main road (which is actually quite good) and onto the bumpy dirt track to try and find some watefalls and Indian villages but sadly the truck is too big and heavy to go off the makeshift bridges. Instead we decide to park up on a hill overlooking the miles of nothingness. Is fantastic. We sit on the roof with a beer and feels amazing. After a while we notice a couple of locals who have walked from the village 7km away to go to another village so we give them some water and have a sign language chat.
We pitch our tents and have dinner before bed.


