day 4: up early. walk on the beach. found a ghost hotel. didn´t bring a camera... i don´t think i´ve ever seen anything so beautiful! the hotel was right in the middle of mountains, "desert", the sea, and surrounded with palm trees and those strange big birds sailing around in the sky. i guess it was abandoned because it was on it´s way of falling down in the sea... but still. i would have loved living there! spent the day under the palm trees, next to the deserted pool and the steep down to the sea, read books and watched birds. my shoulders and nose read from the key hunt... apart from that i´ve stayed out of the sun as much as possible. followed the road back. sweet little village. i love the mountains, with the clouds covering the top. it´s grean everywhere. small red flowers on the ground. ...and garbage bags, of course... tried the pool at the hotel for the first time. i don´t really see the point in having a pool when there´s the sea just next door. read some more under the palm trees. doing nothing is starting to come easier. i feel i should do something, explore the mountains, walk through the villages, talk to the dirty dogs... but then i remember jm´s advice: "remember to do nothing" :) we went for an evening walk, to see if we could find anything to eat (the food at the hotel is erally disgusting, and there´s no restaurant around, as the hotel is built in a poor village). a fisherman named leo asked if we wanted to by marijuana. then he invited us into his home, to meet his parents. i´ll post pictures from their house later, as i don´t really know how to describe it... poor and dirty. but fun floor in a corner, mosaik of broken plates. then he took us for a walk, to see the two churches and his boat. when we came back to the hotel there was a dance show with sweet little children in enormous dresses with many colours.

day 5: up early. bus to porlamar. catamaran to isla de coche. the air was warm, and the sea was calm. i was the only one wearing a t-shirt and keeping my legs wrapped in my towel (but still i was just as read as the others on the way back). had to swim to the beach from the boat. wite sand. "green" water (like in pictures from the caribean :). almost no people. walked through a closed salt mine, that used to be venezuela´s biggest. the ground and rocks were made of salt. came to a strange "lake", with black mud (which smelled very bad, and was very difficult to wash off once you had smeered it all over your body...).on the way back home the waves were big, and the front of the boat was sometimes completely under water. great fun! after a while i was the only one left sitting in the gront. it was very windy, and i was all wet from being under water now and then. after a while my nails turned blue, and my lips and eyes were hurting from all the salt. (i also very much needed to go to the toilet:). but i didn´t want to miss the fun, so i stayed anyway. when we were almost back in porlamar the sea was calmer, so i could finally go to the toilet. my left foot is read and hurts from all the sun. but it was worth it :) when we came back we were very tired, and salty. had a shower, then dinner. i was almost sick just by the smell of the food, so i couldn´t eat much. bought chocolate and coca cola in the little shop instead.

day 6: my feet hurt from all the sun on the boat. did´n´t leave bed until 8.30 (the latest yet). had a slice of pineapple for breakfast. went for a walk (brought the camera!!). throught the village, back to the ghost hotel. through a desert to the foot of a mountain. throuhg something very green and full of thorns and cactuses. it rained a bit. through another village. tommy had dead octopus for lunch. i had a pepsi (they didn´t have coca cola :(.back to the hotel. drank lots of water.read under a towel under a palm trea. walked to the tourist beach to see if we could find some food. after the first punta we were surprised to see lots of venezuelans on the beach. sundays seem to be their day off. we were the only gringos (as we almost always seem to be. the others seem to stay at the hotel, drinking beer by the pool). taxi to the supermarket, where there´s a pizzeria. ordered the smallest pizza. could only ea a third. they don´t seem to be able to make bread here... back to hotel room. coca cola and chocolate again (which is not bad).

have to stop now... there´s only one computer in this internet cafe, and tommy wants to check his emails. if i don´t get to write more before we get home you´ll get the rest of the report from sweden :)

short summary: this is a beautiful place! but the food is horrible :)  ¶ 11:50 PM