Freaky Cabo de la Vela

The first night here I woke up beside my hammock screaming out load, freakin scared, of something. I didn’t drink of the locally-made spirits around the bonfire earlier in the evening and I’ve never done this before, so I’m wondering what has affected me.

There is a myth that the Wayuu-indians are dangerous…

The proper frenchman Morgan, on the other hand, drank the liqour as if it was pure water and smoked as well some local weed. He totally flipped, as if he was overthrown by demons. Or so I was told. I had allready gone to sleep in my swing. The guys, some supernice Argentinians we’ve met and Achilles (the local nickname of Eric) spent hours to calm Morgan down and put him to bed. He finally fell asleep in his tent and Achilles walked towards our sleeping area, thinking it’s time for a peaceful sleep. But when he opened the door to our open space of a room, he sees me terrified, screaming my lungs out. What a freaky night… The morning after I hear that the whole village awoke by my scream.

We’re in Cabo de la Vela. The dusty rural community of the strong-willed Wayuus. These indiginous indians are not Colombians nor Venezuelan. They are a socially and historical independent people on the boarder of culture. And nothing goes on here. Absolutely nothing. It’s not clean, the beaches are not so nice and you get your ration of water everyday, a bucket to fix all your stuff with.

Oops; South-Korean girl! Be careful when you use other people’s bucketwater. You don’t want to gargle your mouth with water used for both showering and laundry!

The village is powered by a generator that is turned on between 18-22 each night, so you’d better be in bed by the time the light goes off and the deserted stretch turns black. Only lit up by the stars and the moon. The landscape at our campsite is not so impressive, and the off-shored kitesurfing isn’t as good as we hoped. But the surrounding areas are beautiful and the attraction of the tranquil “out-of-space-and-time” athmosphere is pretty special. Anyhow, we’re done here now -ready to head towards Venezuela.









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