We walked around the small area around the hostel. It seamed some locals were in holiday as there was a small beach BBQ and music. We followed the Venezuelan way and ate breakfast at the pandareia coffee and a packed omelette with loads filling. At the hostel a guy called rob was there who was moving out of Venezuela like us then I spoke to the hostel guy and looked a little more into it and thought we should check out the country a bit more so decided to check out Isle de margarita.

We saw Rob waiting for the bus to caracus and waited too. Then got the metro and another bus to Purto La Cruz. We walked around the town and all hostels were closed walking around the dark backstreets was a bit dodgy so when we realised we decided to go to the ferry terminal in case a ferry was leaving. We had to stay the night in the terminal me and Vicky got up at about 5 to sort out the tickets and the process of giving photocopies money then get our finger prints taken and pay the tax.