Back in Caracas. In the same hotel, picked up by the same taxi driver, ate at the same restaurant. They had a brilliant film channel on TV. We decided that was the better option. In Los Roques all the locals had been begging us not to go out after dark once we got back to Caracas. They had a point. We were sitting there chilling when gun shots went off outside the hotel. Tim tried to make out it was a burst tire or an exhaust. No chance. That was a gun. I've never heard one fired before, but I knew instantly. He admitted later that he heard more in the early hours of the morning. I know if we’d given ourselves more time here we’d chill and enjoy this place. There’s a real buzz about it. It’s such a shame. But then we can’t have it all. Plans considered we haven’t got long and the idea to stop at Venezuela was purely to go to Los Roques. Our original plan was to go straight to Peru. Once we realized our flight was due to stop at Caracas for a few hours we decided to make it a stop over and get some beaching in before we hit the Andes. Peru here we come then.
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