Hornymoon - Los Roques

(dated September 2009)

Real hornymoon starts here as we were at the unexploited beach by ourselves like in Blue Lagoons for most of the time. Just the two of us. How luxury it is that we are dropped off in the morning and then the boat comes by to delivery us lunch and then pick us up close to dusk. I love the small town of Gran Roques, as it still maintains the fishing village charm. No cars, no motos, no asphalt- just streets packed with sands and people hauling stuff with hand trucks.

Hornymoon - Morrocoy

(dated September 2009)

Calitas with El Conte de Guacharo at 7:30 in the morning. We were beach hopping, from one guaya to another. The most amazing thing is that there were small boats going around selling seafood and piña colada and they come with wireless credit card machine!!! Yet, it is super relaxing, no hustle & bustle like beaches in other parts of the world.

Hornymoon - Canaima/Salto Angel

(dated September 2009)

What can I say? It is just simply surreal and unbelievable experience - sleeping in the hammock and falling asleep with the sound of Angel's Fall...and seeing the tepuy for the first time - the mimic of the landscape from UP, it is real!!! Though the Jurassic-park-like theme resort no long existed due to the expropriation, the waterfalls, tepuy, flora and fauna are still standing...

Hornymoon - Rio Chico

(dated September 2009)

Club Miami – this ‘urban legend’ (well, papi claimed that it wasn’t an ‘urban legend’ because it really happened). Before they turned this unexploited beach into ‘lodge tortuga’, there was a crazy Portugese guy living here and papi and his panas would take the boat here whenever they came to Rio Chico. There was nothing there, except for a few huts and a run-down house where the crazy Portugese lived. How did he end up living here? Well, according to Manuel, he was ‘scouted’ by a few pilots while he was hanging out at the bar. Apparently, these pilots had bought this piece of land and they threw parties every once and while. And they needed someone to organize the parties, so they contacted Manuel. And how were these parties? Hmm, apparently these were crazy orgies parties with crew and pilots. They called it ‘Miami’ to cover up their trip to ‘Club Miami’ in front of their families. To get there, one has to take a boat through the mangrove with flamingoes and walks through a muddy path to get to the beach (now they constructed a wooden path to get there). What a legend, eh?