I woke up, drove to the main street, had a drink and went to the National Park Morrocoy to my favorite spot and had my morning bath for half an hour. I cleaned and organized the car and went to the cyber. I loaded up new posts onto the site and looked up the news about the border, still with a little bit of hope that a miracle might happen but more and more only out of routine and curiosity. I had to go back to Brazil for money and I wanted to climb Mount Roraima or in case too expensive, at least spend a week in the National Park Canaima. I had settled for this and did not consider anymore going all the way back to the Colombian border again to cross. I liked the idea to take the ferry on the River Amazon and continue that way.
I was waiting all day for my brother Andreas to enter Skype for me to talk to him and have a happy birthday conversation. The morning passed working at the cyber. I went for lunch at the bakery and had my favorite slice of pizza, though the quality was getting poorer and I was thinking about other options during the next days. Thirty minutes later and I was back at the cyber. I knew my brother Andreas would have the family at home and so I did not want to disturb the celebration by forcing him and eventually everybody in front of the notebook. I waited until the end of the celebration and we managed to speak for one hour. Happy birthday!!!
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The cyber was about to close and I went back to the Park. It was Friday and the last two days as well had been pretty cloudy, so the Park was empty. The departure dock for the motor taxi boats from Tucacas was right outside at the entrance of the Park. I had a quick look to understand the local circumstances as I wanted to leave on one of the last days from this port to go the island Playuela, which was closer to Tucacas than to Chichiriviche.
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I wanted to stay here for the night and go the cyber again all day tomorrow to continue with the work. I had a constant queue of work, either writing the diary, working on the pictures or loading the posts up to the site. I work basically on the pictures every day at the end of the day in the car, on the diary the day or two days after and on the upload up to a week later. I was lucky with the internet here in Tucacas but in general the access to a good connection was definitely a major problem here in Venezuela. I spend already quite some time on the work itself and so I do not want to spend the whole day searching for a cyber that might not exist. At the same time I always had to find a secure parking for the car. Tonight I would not have any of these problems and so I went to my hospital parking.
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If I wait for just a second more,
I know I’ll forget what I came here for,
My head was so full of things to say,
But as I open my lips all my words slip away
And anyway,
I can’t believe you want to turn the page,
And move your life onto another stage,
You can change the chapter you can change the book,
But the story remains the same if you’d take a look.
For the times we’ve had I don’t want to be, a page in your diary Bebê,
For the good, the bad I don’t want to see, a page in your diary Bebê,
For the happy, the sad, I don’t want to be another page in your diary.
Perhaps if I held you I could win again,
I could take your hands we’d talk and maybe then,
That look in your eyes I always recognize,
Would tell me everything is gonna be fine,
You’re gonna be mine
For a long time
For the times we’ve had I don’t want to be, a page in your diary Bebê,
For the good, the bad I don’t want to see, a page in your diary Bebê,
For the happy, the sad, I don’t want to be another page in your diary.