Venezuelan Boat Escapades
Probably still drunk from BPM and half asleep, we finally land in Caracas.. We literally are taken hostage by 5 suv's full of insane party goers ... Heading north 170 km/h and 2.5 hours later( really should of taken us 5 hours..) , we arrive to 3 huge villas located in the middle of nowhere on the beach with another 50, 20-something Venezuelans that live to party. We all hop on different sized small yachts that take us even further to the middle of nowhere( yes its possible), to what we would refer as simply paradise. This secret location is only known by the elite partyers in the know. This crystal clear water, white sanded island ( think postcard) area is full of other small yachts,and big butt, beautiful Latin mamacitas.
Non-coincidentally, we're the only boat with the dj booth and three djs on board. 59 bottles of greygoose and a million polar light beers later, we all starving. Fantasizing about a Nobu around the corner, were contemplating finding daggers and reenacting Survivor techniques of fishing. To our bewilderment, a little motor boat arrives at our feet. At first we think its the serious abuse of sun and alcohol, but after repeatidly pinching ourselves we realize that the motor boat is full of mouthwatering fresh ceviche.
The local vendors found a way to capitalize on our fantasy in the middle of nowhere 30 hour partying excursions. As they are cracking the lobster tails to mix with the octopus and shrimp, we ask them jokingly if they accept Canadian Dollars. They look at us as if were crazy( which we are), and pull out a wireless Visa machine and ask us for ID. We have never seen anything so funny or absurd. How on earth do certain stores in Canada/us not accept visa, yet these two Venezuelan ceviche life savers in the middle of nowhere aka paradise do?? We honestly never laughed so hard in our lives. Wow. What an experience....
Non-coincidentally, we're the only boat with the dj booth and three djs on board. 59 bottles of greygoose and a million polar light beers later, we all starving. Fantasizing about a Nobu around the corner, were contemplating finding daggers and reenacting Survivor techniques of fishing. To our bewilderment, a little motor boat arrives at our feet. At first we think its the serious abuse of sun and alcohol, but after repeatidly pinching ourselves we realize that the motor boat is full of mouthwatering fresh ceviche.
The local vendors found a way to capitalize on our fantasy in the middle of nowhere 30 hour partying excursions. As they are cracking the lobster tails to mix with the octopus and shrimp, we ask them jokingly if they accept Canadian Dollars. They look at us as if were crazy( which we are), and pull out a wireless Visa machine and ask us for ID. We have never seen anything so funny or absurd. How on earth do certain stores in Canada/us not accept visa, yet these two Venezuelan ceviche life savers in the middle of nowhere aka paradise do?? We honestly never laughed so hard in our lives. Wow. What an experience....
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