Tuesday 28 November 2006
POSADA EL LIMON ONE
The Posada in El Limon in Maracai is a phenomenon. Make no mistake. I should have visited years ago. The owner, Bart, is one of my old friends and he has worked his ass of getting the place to the stage it is now. Along with that most of my oldest friends have spent time there working to build the place up: Mr. Szweda and Mr. Sedge-Willet to name but a few. The latter who seems to have started a whole artistic culture in that particular part of the world. More about that later. Suffice to say that the Posada is something of an oasis in a turbulent world. Great stuff, but unfortunately I was still in the mood for turbulence when I got there. It was great though to be there visiting for the first time. I wasn't really in the sitting still mode. After a short respite I decided to Foxtrot Oscar to Trindad to watch the pre-world cup friendly football match against Peru. First game with Beenhakker the new dutch trainer. Turned out to be a bit of a wanker in the long run. Flew all the way to Port of Spain for a draw. Give me Hiddink anytime. But it was nice to spend some time pissing it up outside of Smokey and Bunty's in St James' there in Port of Spain. Got some jerked pork and a belly full of Carib anyway which was worth the ticket. England kicked their asses in the world cup anyway but 10 out of 10 for trying. Flying visit though. Trinidad is going the wrong way. Too little Rasta too much LA gansta. The taxi drivers will tell you the truth. Trinidad is turning Yardie. Shame really. Luckily Tobago is still a treat. Took in Santiago de Leon de Caracas on the way which was another complete TRIP. Cementario...Ranchero...these are forceful barrios..The poorest and most desperate places and the stamping grounds of the lawless men. Must admit I have a sneaking amiration for Senor Hugo Chavez. I'm not yet an enlightened student of contemporary Latin American Politics. But Hugo hates Bush, likes Castro, Ken Livingstone and Diego Marradona so there must be something going on there. Want a good biography of Simon Bolivar for Christmas so if anyone stuck thinking what they can buy me. Keep the socks and sweaters. Simon is the lad for me. More over the Posada the next time around.
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