Margarita Venezuela
Trip Start
Jan 07, 2011
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Trip End
Jan 27, 2012
Margarita Island, Venezuela
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
We had many firsts on this trip, some of which I never want to experience again.
Our flight is only 30 minutes from Trinidad and we are flying first class. What a great way to start our holiday…..just like the rich and famous.
We arrive at our hotel at 9:30 in the morning…still lots of day left to enjoy the sun. The weather there is much hotter than here at home…..it’s a dry heat….lol. They don’t have a rainy season like us, so parts of Margarita looked exactly like the Arizona desert.
The main language is Spanish, which makes things a little difficult. I think there was one employee at the resort that spoke 10% English, and what they knew wasn’t useful….lol
Day one- unpacked and spent the day by the pool enjoying the sun
Day two- we spent touring the island with a fabulous couple that I found on Trip Advisor. They moved from the States to Margarita 11 years ago….not sure why…lol. We were lucky to have someone to talk to and to have someone to translate for us. So off to the flea market we go. OMG this was the largest flea market that I have ever seen. There had to be at least 1000 vendors….at least. It was crazy. And guess what? Everything was cheapy cheapy, lol. Actually no one spoke English, so again thankful that we had Marcella there to translate for us. You name it, and it was there. We bought a hammock, how exciting. Went to the mall and had McDonald's. Holy Cow Batman it was the best ever. Robynn and I were in heaven. Quarter ponder with cheese and fries in Venezuela, life doesn’t get any better. Took a cool boat ride thru the mangroves and we held a red star fish, saw a Daddy sea horse and all his babies and went down many canels. This was amazing, well worth the $200 Bolivars.
Day three- started out on the beach, and then moved to poolside by noon. That was the day…reading and enjoying the sun. It’s a tough life…lol
Day four- was our travel day home. We had to be packed and down stairs by 9:30 for our ride to the airport. Now let me tell you about how archaic the Margarita airport is. First off, the bus gets there and there is already two busloads of people there. It’s just one large open room, you have to pay a deport tax then get in line to go thru security. Well let me start off by saying that no one knew how to form a line….or follow the line guidelines. It was absolute mayhem. Craziness. Mike stood in the depart tax line, Robynn and I stood in the security line. Security in Margarita is having an officer go thru your luggage…..by hand….yes everyone’s luggage by hand. So you can only imagine how long this took. A gajillion hour’s. Oh and while you are in this line waiting to have your delicate displayed for all to see, they have dogs sniffing everyone’s bags. So I’m not sure why the extra special handling of the bags. Anyway, once thru the state of the art security check point, Mike and I are singled out to go thru a total body scan. Why….probably cause we’re the only white people there…..we looked guilty. So now we’re off to the ticket counter. Here you hand them your hand written air voucher where they hand you a laminated numbered boarding pass. At this point we’re wondering if the numbers were our seats, or what. When in actuality its rush seating….again I’ll say OMG. I have never heard of rush seating. And what do you think three little white people had against all the Trini’s.
Unfortunately our plane was delayed and we missed our connecting flight home. But no worries, there is always another flight to Tobago.
So home at last. And I think we can all say that while the trip was yet another adventure for the Finney’s……there is no place like Tobago aka Home.
We thinking our next trip will either be Aruba or Barbados’s. We just want to finish up our Scuba course first.
Till our next chapter in our adventure
Missing everyone
Mike, Lona and Robynn
Comments
So if I'm understanding all this, you travelled from your island where you lay in the sun all day on the beach and watch the "turtles" at night to go to another island where you lay in the sun all day on the beach and watch the "turtles" at night. Upon completion of said trip, after you've been groped by security, you're happy to be home. By comparison, I live a very secluded and sheltered life,
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hi, i am croatian living in trinidad. i have been here for past 6 years and i know trinidadian life stile. i just found your blog and you really give me good laugh :)))) welcome to trinidad