Crack heads are not the nicest people you can meet when its late, dark and you’re in a strange place. It’s in their eyes, they appear to be just black holes which if you look straight into them they look back at you with a lifeless existence. No matter how many TV shows or movies you’ve seen when a crack head flips out in front of you and you get to see that vacant stare you realise one thing – they have seen a lot worse things than you ever will and those images will not stop at anything to get the next hit. Now the question I ask myself is; how much does he want the next hit and will that make him a faster or slower runner?
I think he knows whats going through my head so when he’s start to make a move towards me I’m grateful that I’ve still got a good drop kick right leg and the ability to turn into a sprinter which would give Mr Bolt a run at his titles!
So leg number one is to Boa Vista about 12 hours, from there I’ve got to get onto Santa Elena which is the border town that’s about 4 hours, the original idea was to stay a night in Santa Elena to break the journey up but when I get to Lego Land I decide against it and hop on a bus which is leaving for Puerto De Cruz. It was then when I was having a spanish lesson with my cute Venezuelan neighbour that I’m informed that it’s a cool 20 hours away!
I land in Puerto de Cruz a little after 05:00 with about the equivalent of 50p in my pocket which is fine its just enough for a coffee. A shot of the Venezuelans finest and a chat to the owner he points me in the direction of the bank and what my pigeon spanish will tell me – at this time its safe -ish!
Finally after another local bus ride along the coast I arrive at the beach and find a posada which is approximately five meters from my bedroom door to the sea and has two hooks for my hammock. The sand is an off white, the sea is a turquoise blue and the beer is cold – it was a hell of a bus ride but worth every minute of it when you get a view like this to wake up to!
the bean hunter 