Venezuela: Life in Caracas – Marina Grande Beach, La Guaira
With one week holiday and no plans, what were two house mates to do?
SARAH: I want to explore the city.
ERIK: Let’s go to the beach!
SARAH: Let’s do it! (High five each other)
Marina Grande Beach in La Guaira is located just outside of Caracas, Venezuela. A private beach. Secluded and void of danger. A “safe” option. We set off on public transport.
ERIK: Don’t talk. They’ll figure you’re not from here and might try something. I don’t wanna get kidnapped or anything today.
SARAH: I look like a local.
ERIK: Yes, until you start speaking.
SARAH: Ok, I’ll just nod.
On the metro. Six stops later…
ERIK: This is the furthest away from the city I’ve been on my own.
On the bus…
ERIK: I’ve just said all my prayers.
SARAH: So have I.
ERIK: Let’s hope nothing weird happens to us now. We are literally risking our lives.
SARAH: Don’t worry. We’ll be fine. I hope.
On route, Erik asked for directions. Turned out, the woman who kindly helped us, works at the beach we were heading to as a masseuse and guided us all the way there. Her name was Liliana.
SARAH: Our prayers worked. God sent us an Angel to show us the way.
A young boy with a model face in his early teens kept glancing at me as he passed by. Many times.
ERIK: That pretty boy is pi**sing me off!
SARAH: What’s he doing?
ERIK: He’s running up and down the beach looking for you.
SARAH: He’s just a kid.
ERIK: Why can’t he be a man and just tell you he likes you.
SARAH: Because he’s just a kid.
ERIK: He’s too pretty for my liking.
SARAH: Haha. Pretty Boy.
SARAH: Can you swim?
ERIK: No. I have respect for the ocean. Can you swim?
SARAH: No. Why can’t you swim?
ERIK: I’m Latin.
SARAH: That’s no excuse.
ERIK: Why can’t you swim? You’re English.
SARAH: I can swim for a couple of minutes before I start to sink.
SARAH: That’s two people who don’t know how to swim trying to make the best of the beach.
ERIK: I just peed. Did you pee yet?
SARAH: Ewww, gross! No!
SARAH: That guy’s really hot.
ERIK: He is. Like something out of a fairytale. Why don’t you go up to him?
SARAH: I can’t.
ERIK: Wait a minute. He looks like Pretty Boy. I bet you that’s Pretty Boy’s older brother.
SARAH: What makes you say that?
ERIK: Look. They have the same face.
SARAH: No they don’t. Hmmm… Hot guy.
ERIK: Oh my God! Sarah, look!
ERIK: The perfect girl.
SARAH: Yeah. She’s really cute.
ERIK: She’s. So. Perfect.
SARAH: But I bet you that muscle guy is her husband. And that’s her child. Perfect Girl.
At the beach…
SARAH: Look. We need to split up otherwise people will get the wrong idea and think we’re together.
ERIK: How do we do that?
SARAH: We have to make everyone believe we are brother and sister.
Erik spots another girls he likes at the public showers…
SARAH: Erik. Hurry up! I’m hungry. You’re taking ages in there.
ERIK: (Smiles at the girl in front of him) She’s so hot.
SARAH: Trust you!
ERIK: Please Sarah, can you find out her name for me?
SARAH: Ok, fine. But only because I want your frustration to end.
SARAH: Hola. What’s your name?
SARAH: My brother really likes you. He wanted to speak to you.
ERIK: (Spanish) She’s my sister. We have the same Father. He travels all around the world leaving kids all over the place. I’m from Nicaragua and she’s from England. We’re on a family holiday. She wanted to tell you that I really like you and think you’re cute. Do you have Facebook?
ASTERIX: (Laughs as they exchange names) …
ERIK: That brother/sister line really works.
SARAH: I know, right? So, you’re my brother from another mother.
SARAH: How did my mother meet your father? Let’s work out the story…
A very laugh out loud day at the beach. Ended with a massage by Angel before heading back home.