Well first of all I want to thank again the people continues to motivate us to write this crazy story wanderer, and second, to report that we have come to the glorious City of Gualeguaychú, safely completing more than before returning to Latin America in our beloved '71 Ford Falcon. Thirteen countries, over 100,000 km for almost 3 years. Some ask me ... "what? And again?" the end was not known whether he was more or less, but it was what had to be amazing ... Returning to Maracaibo and the story continued.
* On December 1, 2009 celebrating the birthday number 1 of the Marimbha with cake for all, under the sullen look of "Nero" in the city of Maracaibo. spent more than a month in "the beloved land of sunshine." As for no. With these three women would feel any temptation Maracucha. A daily assortment of grilled arepas by "the breast" and the friendliness of the girls, until the sun was guajira love.
The routine in the city was very intense. Every day we were leaving partuza through the streets of Maracaibo who do not know that chilly that sends you to the doghouse with your jermu , naaaada on. The Zulia like life and send them to sleep there to give them with a stick in the head. So every night
Weeks went by. We came to another day, limping at 5 pm back to the den, with dark circles on the floor, dead shake nights to remember. Wanting a bathroom, the arepas of "Mommy" and then ... to pay the rent.
already approaching the holidays, the third out. But it sure did not know where in Venezuela, a country very tempting.
communicating with our friends "by van Amerika (http://www.amerikaenkombi.com.ar/) combined NAMOS a meeting in Maracaibo. They were going to Colombia to explore what we already we had and we travel down the route they had already walked.
The meeting point was the Plaza of the Revolution, patch point for all artisans and tips of the city. There was the combination of boys embroidered the horns. A shared hugs
mates, dates and posts of the places to go. We argue about football, when they stripped their banners that looked like a river into the sea parchecito blue and gold, but positive, alerted us to a gathering of classic cars that I would have to host the beautiful city of Merida, in Venezuelan Andes. So with a shake of the boys, put the "meeting" as an excuse to leave urgently to Merida, just 7 hours.
* The highways and bridges are free, and were driven companies continue cupando pretended Sagra del people with eternal return investments We raised ranch and a farewell promised a reunion soon, we went on the evening of the Muchachera Complex. Thank you so much magic. Merida
the end was more beautiful than anyone had imagined, so what was a term for a return trip faithful to "Not one step back" and never returned to Maracaibo.
drove through the afternoon until 12 at night, time of arrival to Merida. We were looking for a place called "La Joya", imagine.
After waking up the whole neighborhood we found the house where he was the post, a haven for artisans, lower cost, lower class, leaving the beauty of the place do the rest. We made a place for the tent and the next day to recently take the magnifying glass to see "La Joya".
After the magnifying glass when we were surprised because we were late to the Classic Car Meeting in Merida Stadium, but were led away to be concerned by a fan who recognized that the star needs to go. 
With all the ships in and the owners going through the above, the stadium voice of the speaker announced the recent arrival of alluvium, which until then had visited 14 countries, uniting Ushuaia to Tijuana and back as if he had not been sufficient. Or like saying that back in the boat who are tired of living. regulating entered first on the lawn of the stadium to receive the warmth of the audience and participants.
the end we settled in La Joya, a beautiful and dense mountainside on the outskirts of Merida, in the Cooperative, with a family who rents his space craft and also only accept dogs . We thought to stay only a few days and spend the holidays in the Caribbean, on the beautiful shores of the Keys, Falcon, but the quality of life was so high that we went almost two months and eager to return. 
Uphill corn and fruit farms and down a beautiful farm of tomatoes so blessed that they sold only the first crop of tomatoes and then all the shoots were to the neighborhood, just had to come with respect to the eyes watching and asking for permission. That if you pelabamos alpiyeras bags and charge ... charge was heard. So we spent stews us warm in the cold of the night or a pizza with the band, anything that leads tomato "said a Frenchman who saw in saving the source of happiness.
With the kindness of the family to cut the story ADVANTAGE oxidized Reconstruct Falcon and take a craft with what he had. As I venture plater, Raul went to the city to hang up his stock of handmade shirts at the gates of a church. Sharing with the other vendors, musicians and jugglers, who monopolize all the little sun, the street life. The fuck ended early for those who preferred the convenience of returning by bus because after 20:00 must cross the mountains on foot to return to the neighborhood. 
This place is magical to explore its mountains, hot springs, go to "pot" to search for the elves, chasing the trail of zebu y. .. hopefully it rains ... it grows. 
While the slaves accumulated anger, we spent the day free to enjoy the peace of this place that lets you live a natural life, with products of high quality, fresh, a and more rock-bottom price in view bids Mercal (socialist market) which allow the artisan to sell a bracelet and eat without misery. Thanks Chavez. 
So we were surprised by the holidays, a Christmas full of grilled pork with the travel community Argentines, Colombians, Chileans, Uruguayans, French and local authorities in the warm family home. 
* Mono, Ivan, Fede. 
mietras the "Gino" and "parcero" connecting a call key, other conectabamos a montesito. But a bold, impatient, wanted to hasten the work of art after Raul had directed that no one wanted to take charge. In a court look to below, where he was grilled and see the pig wrapped in flames and people throwing water. So they threw him off the floor. When we react we ran to stop the brutality but it was too late. One caught, Pablito Mouche. 
* Mouche crudencio burned out and Varela. Still, with the bitter taste of an act that has no turning back, Raul continued cooking a little more that "Chochi" and while he ate some cooked parts, but the wave was lost, or drawing conclusions, there was never but it was a very strong wave sk different silver had put together. Not recommended.
spent Christmas and the good we are still collecting More than ever, the Grass King was instrumental approach alleviated those who only seek love, no more problems, sharing what now is, and that might not be as on other occasions. Living alone in the prsente. DALE PLAY: Morodo-Herb King.
* The Mono, with the coat of Peru, very danceable, guitarist and singer who reminded us of our traveling companion, Rodrigo, both for its appearance and shape feeling. With mate in hand, Ivan the Rosario, rogue guitarist who immortalized the phrase "a guitar glued to his chest" (with the play going around Caracas cap and never used a belt to hold your instrument, she was glued to the chest).
After peeling and his partner to tango in the collective because nobody there to, and below artisans first range, the federation and this girl can not remember his name.
With these friends and others that we spent whole nights amounted to pure chacareras, tangos, rocanrolles inter feat.
Knowing, learning, relaxing our hold in 2010. On the hill of La Joya full moon rose from 31 pure and celebrate and celebrate blessings. 
* The Falcon with new floors that cost me two hot shrapnel embedded in the retina, but I enjoy the attention perimiter in the public hospital without putting weight Merida. 
With the kids, of Mendoza, in the end of the year. We were invited to drink wine for their land, we have to meet. 
* Mucuyui In Hot Springs, Merida. On the right, under the aspect of us, and center the star, "Garufa" live from Rosario. 
* A family friend with whom we share a pizza with folklore pure, pure love, two guitars, a drawer, a thousand voices, a union (... well good jate bolazo) 
Until Sunday, trek back to the beach, the warmth and green of the Venezuelan Caribbean. We went back to the north, the beaches of Chichiribiche, The Falcon Keys, but not alone, we went back to family. Garufa, dear catira Darlin, Marimbha, Raul and me. The five on the beach, the home of the kids. An abandoned house that has again brought to life by receiving the artisans, musicians, jugglers, all kinds of travelers in a circle of trusted friends accept friends and share all
season on the beach was spectacular. A true paradise, beautiful nature and cheap to live. By day we were on a boat and Mango Cay to know everything. Hung out with Garufa, guitar and bongo cararrota shoulder and we faced the families and tell them We played him a partnership and not hear anything else tearing his "The Ballad of the Gun" full attitude, so we collected some mangoes, drank a few "cold "a collaboration of the compassionate who saw the thirst of the boys. So we had fun day and night we went to play at all bars, restaurants, pubs where we saw a group of people. To all you took out at least a smile ironically as demanded my Papacho loved one, Ivan. And so summers currency currency piachere indefinitely in a place that comes most Exhausted after a year of slave labor with 15 days to all scheduled to get tired more than routine work. So long live the King.
* Sunset in the Keys waiting for the boat that leads to malucaje wave, tourists pay. 
* All Chichiriviche mersa, thank you and farewell Jah warriors! 
* This is one of the two refineries that we saw in Venezuela. When we walked in our beloved Falcon saw countless patagonia extracting the oil pumps unfortunately decorating the landscape. This means that many countries have oil, but only talk about Venezuela because it hides, does not belong to foreign economic groups. In my experience the oil in Venezuela are shown, they share what there is of all and therefore, carry 40 liters of super gasoline is cheaper than 1 liter of water. Do not punish an entire people with excessive prices for oil. Hugo Chavez was commissioned to expel offending all rats Shophach the Venezuelan people with the overvaluation of oil.
Unlike other Christian socialism and oligarchs like ours, there are no gas stations facing one another, not the oil is marketed, there are no such luxury Brazilian service stations that are scrambling to serve you, until you provide hot showers in bathrooms that look like a casino.
Across Brazil, reawaken, the reality of the international oil business, be aware of what was Venezuela and prices. With only cross an imaginary line, politics, business and again we lie about how much oil there is and what it takes to remove it. We went back to suffer that punishment suffered by countries like ours, where our people have to pay English for something that was always ours. Only
complicit governments can support this yoke on the shoulders of the people. In the bicentennial year still could not say enough to the economic colonization of Spain. Chavez has already done ... Venezuela now belongs to everyone!
That was our experience and judge not only ask for opinions cited by the stupid glasses langa commands the news of TN. If Chavez wants to know, go and visit him. Go and see how the escualidos who hate to cut off travel to Miami to spend money on stupid technology that came out of the exploitation of people. Those that just because you were born in a family of English descent or any title of nobility killing Indians. The same van and piled in the new "Socialist Arepera" located in the heart of the city where they sell stuffed arepas (typical food) for half price on the street. There are going to have lunch with their luxurious dresses white collar thieves.
Before reaching Caracas wanted to make a last stop in Cuyagua, a place recommended by Dany, as this within a national park, and is the desenbocadura of a river of pure water that blesses you with a refreshing swim and water constant drinking. A privileged place, unspoilt different stacking Caracas Babylon where the Junquito, instead of our embassy in the capital, ESCAC much water.
Besides the natural beauty, local, native cuyauences have a well-defined ethical codes, anyone who steals or is coñiaciado dirty, or you cling to pain in the ass to all blacks of 2.20 meters high to see if you are so alive.
* Cuyagua, Maracay, Venezuela. In this paradise we stayed over a week where the only criticism was the price of montesito. But it was lives of kings, we went for some subjects to touch the fat of the 4x4 carrying food to 20 people and then you took out some coins, beer and bones. 
Darlin No longer, the three musketeers and Marimbha with 7 puppies in snapped out of the beach to the big city. As in Venezuela always come to places with friends waiting for us, that always made things much easier. We arrived in Caracas
a Sunday afternoon to avoid the traffic and went straight to the parcero, another Colombian more in our destination, a great friend the David and Carolina.
leftovers in the team was hungry, the mother of the imagination, and striving for harmony between all got together for so combibimos ganjah and a half long with this family friend, who also endured the birth of the Marimbha January 23, giving birth to four females and three males. While 
Marimbha was dedicated to the children, all day nursing, we started doing our routine in the capital Venec. Raul devoted himself to painting shirts and expose the sidewalks in the neighborhood of Fine Arts, mietras Ivan went out to play at downtown restaurants and then a few Bagon on the subway in Caracas where people could appreciate our art and allowed us to live and enjoy a few days the capital. Also I was putting together a parchecito to distribute eggs in different baskets.
Now we were 10 with the children of the Marimbha, Ivan would have to follow the other. No longer wanted to return to the shirts, it was Raul Currito, so between the parcero, garufa, Ramon and leisure operator I learned some techniques with alpaca wire and waxed thread. So I assemble a parchecito earrings and bracelets to keep in Isla Margarita, our next destination.
* He came and celebrated my birthday in full roast with friends on the balcony of the house. 
* System capitalist long reigned in Venezuela trigger these failures migration from the countryside to the big city, increasing the ASIN, the scarcity of water, pests and litter accumulation, anonymity while disarmed but not least the production of food for population, attracted by the idea of \u200b\u200beasy living in the city. 
* With the kind friends of the Classic Car Club of Caracas who invited us to lunch in the beautiful museum, which showed amblemente for us. Honored our presence registered as members of the Club. 
* The parcero "David" and "Panthro." That morning, and January 23, there was relaxing smoke in the house and 5 slept like dogs in confidence, but the insistent wail of a new being broke the silence. At the same time I get up to see what was screaming, the parcero leans out the door and saw him there. Marimbha's first child, true to his genes Waiman of dogs Posada del Pirata in Cartagena, a beautiful cross. Was chosen by David as his partner until death do them part. We then 6 puppies with only 15 days, we get into the heat of the Caribbean again. We crossed the ferry and arrived at the famous Isla Margarita, also with a number where they seek asylum.
Isla Margarita beautiful place but like all tourist exploitation place, very pirate at a time. The idea was to call our friends we met in Cartagena, the Chaco that we had invited to meet there, so obviously you're dropped. We are dedicated to
out to see the beaches and try to sell as much as possible to address the decline to Brazil, because we only had a weeks leave in Venezuela. Raul
with the shirts in hand and me with the patch of rings and bracelets Chamullo we walked the beaches and surfing all sorts of opportunities.
The last day went very well, but competition among sellers was evident, the easy money generated by this recentemente and fights for customers, instead of improving their products and let the customer choose by taste.
In those days went to the center patch and just there to give away 4 of the 6 puppies that we had left, leaving the Guaicaipuro Tiuna and travel with us. Once satisfied the island we walked back to the mainland and now if the south. From Costa Rica did not lead the Falcon in southern direction. The Flurry arrived by ship to Cartagena and from there we routed to the east, almost to the border with the Guianas. It is time to return to the southern hemisphere.
In two days we reached the Rio Orinoco, to the city of Puerto Ordaz where he also had a telephone of a family dispusta to help. So we arrived at the gates of the Gran Sabana with the dogs dead heat, the line of Ecuador was close.
But this last stretch of Puerto Ordaz to Gualeguaychu, our home, will be updated in the next entry, the last of this crusade for Latin America, but not the last American flag.
De mietras we reunited with loved ones and old acquaintances, as well poniedo to work to survive in our little motor temporary inactivity which spends much more.
An artist to me is one who makes no mistakes ... there is no mistake but learn, all setbacks are lessons, all recovered smoothly, awakenings, blossom Darwinists, to err is always depending on who writes, who advertise, who sells. As will always be those who prefer not to believe, not listen to either resign ourselves to listen to anything that imnotize, we positively, we always took the heart atau with guts and no more so we went to the court, until the final victory ...
recontra
This all armed, with Roman.
Eternally grateful, continued ....
