Leaving Venezuela
Trip Start
Jun 06, 2007
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Trip End
Jul 03, 2007
The stay at Hotel La Cumbre in Ciudad was just the right rest I needed before getting back on an overnight bus to Caracas. You can't really sleep on those anyway. They are very cold (40 F), and sometimes smell, and stop at National Guard posts for drug checking or small towns for stretching your legs or having a snack.
While in Canaima, a tourist had noted that since the Copa America games were in full swing then, robberies of overnight buses were more common at that time. The same bus, which I took to Santa Elena on my first trip a week before the games began (fortunately), had been completely robbed and people were raped and killed - this happened a few days before, so it was fresh news. There were 2 other campers going to return to Caracas via bus besides me, and we were really wanting to fork over 250 USD just so we could fly back.
Fortunately, on this last bus ride, the driver zoomed through all the towns, speeding over speed bumps. There were no stops along the way. We got to Caracas almost 2 hours ahead of schedule. The only bad part was the last window got completely shot through as we approached the street to the Caracas bus terminal at 4:30am. The driver knew better and kept driving until we got to the terminal. I was asked, if after getting back to the US did I kiss the ground? I replied that no, I kissed the ground in Caracas, once I got off my last overnight bus ride! That was enough for me!
While in Canaima, a tourist had noted that since the Copa America games were in full swing then, robberies of overnight buses were more common at that time. The same bus, which I took to Santa Elena on my first trip a week before the games began (fortunately), had been completely robbed and people were raped and killed - this happened a few days before, so it was fresh news. There were 2 other campers going to return to Caracas via bus besides me, and we were really wanting to fork over 250 USD just so we could fly back.
Fortunately, on this last bus ride, the driver zoomed through all the towns, speeding over speed bumps. There were no stops along the way. We got to Caracas almost 2 hours ahead of schedule. The only bad part was the last window got completely shot through as we approached the street to the Caracas bus terminal at 4:30am. The driver knew better and kept driving until we got to the terminal. I was asked, if after getting back to the US did I kiss the ground? I replied that no, I kissed the ground in Caracas, once I got off my last overnight bus ride! That was enough for me!


