We made our way safe and sound from Caracas to Tucacas via Maracay, Venezuela. Socialist propoganda, black marketed U.S. dollars, and inflated prices aside, Venezuela seemed much like any other third-world-esqe latin american country. That was until we found ourselves on Cayo Sombrero in Parque Nacional Morocoy...
We had befriended a group of three Californians traveling through Venezuela the previous day and had decided to pool our funds for a lancha (small boat) out to one of the supposedly more beautiful islands off the Venezuelan coast. While we knew it was popular among national tourists we had no idea what lay ahead.
When we arrived in the morning we were greeted by beautiful, palm shaded, crystal clear, tranquil waters. To top it all off, we thought we had found a part of the island that would remain mostly untouched for the day.
As the morning wore on, more and more wealthy Venezuelans pulled up in their boats. By noon, the beach which we thought would be our own little tropical paradise looked like "The Channel" at Lake Havasu...nobody was topless, but there were loads of beautiful latinas romping around in their g-strings accompanied by blasting regaetone.
We actually really enjoyed seeing how the more wealthy end of the spectrum lives. One of the Californians we had met was a medical student volunteering in Merida, Venezuela. To our surprise, he informed us that breast augmentations and nose jobs were the most common surgeries in Venezuela.
I guess after traveling on the lower end of the socio-economic scale for the last 6 months, it's easy to forget that there's always a more affluent side of the coin.
We had befriended a group of three Californians traveling through Venezuela the previous day and had decided to pool our funds for a lancha (small boat) out to one of the supposedly more beautiful islands off the Venezuelan coast. While we knew it was popular among national tourists we had no idea what lay ahead.
When we arrived in the morning we were greeted by beautiful, palm shaded, crystal clear, tranquil waters. To top it all off, we thought we had found a part of the island that would remain mostly untouched for the day.
As the morning wore on, more and more wealthy Venezuelans pulled up in their boats. By noon, the beach which we thought would be our own little tropical paradise looked like "The Channel" at Lake Havasu...nobody was topless, but there were loads of beautiful latinas romping around in their g-strings accompanied by blasting regaetone.
We actually really enjoyed seeing how the more wealthy end of the spectrum lives. One of the Californians we had met was a medical student volunteering in Merida, Venezuela. To our surprise, he informed us that breast augmentations and nose jobs were the most common surgeries in Venezuela.
I guess after traveling on the lower end of the socio-economic scale for the last 6 months, it's easy to forget that there's always a more affluent side of the coin.
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