This morning I went to the river just outside the village to wash myself and to wash some clothes. Already yesterday I had noticed that I had about twenty to thirty mosquito bites on my arms and my legs, the mosquitos here are very quiet and you do not hear them coming or circulating around you, then suddenly you feel a small bite and it is already too late. Only a day or two later the bite starts itching a little bit. While I was at the river I had another twenty to thirty mosquitos on my back, I will probably know exactly how much tomorrow.

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I went back to the village and to the football pitch to hang up my clothes to dry. I wanted to have breakfast and went towards the snack bar where I had met Horacio the first time and again yesterday. Just as I arrived at the bar Horacio came walking around the corner. We did not have much time to speak; he was looking for transport again, he had music lessons in Santa Elena de Uairen. A four wheel drive from the village still had one spot available so we walked towards the car; he took the last spot and drove off. He sounded different and I was not sure anymore if he felt committed to our verbal agreement.

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I sat down at the vegetable store opposite the police office. The store belonged to Toni, a brother of the owner of the posada where I had my Guyana presentation yesterday. I told him about my disappointment of lack of indigenous tour operators in Santa Elena de Uairen and in Kumarakapay, indigenous should be organizing themselves to earn more from the tours and not just earn as carriers. Toni is a lawyer specialized in indigenous women rights and is working for the community to start an indigenous tour operator from the village of Kumarakapay. We sat in front of the store for about two hours and had a good conversation. Toni offered me to help me organize and realize my tour to Mount Roraima. After the conversation I realized that the problem was not to organize a tour from here, I had met Horacio and Toni, the problem for me now was to find more participants to minimize my costs.

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From the store I watched the police distributing again the passengers waiting under the tree. A group of around fifteen Japanese tourist arrived, well equipped, well dressed and with a camera to take lots of pictures. Half an hour later another group of around fifteen Japanese tourists arrived. Another ten minutes later a group of mixed nationalities arrived, coming back from Mount Roraima. In between all the groups I had seen four very German looking tourists. I started a conversation with the man whit the black T shirt and the logo of the state of Bavaria and the letters “Oktoberfest”.

He was actually from Austria, working the whole year as restaurant manager with the possibility to accumulate two month of holidays per year. In the past he had been ten times to South America, ten times to Africa and ten times to Asia, each time for about a month and always self-organized. They sat down in one of the restaurant had lunch and called me to their desk for further conversation.

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As the groups had arrived they disappeared again except the Austrian group who had decided to stay for the night in Kumarakapay. They went for a rest and I went for a walk. I could just finish my walk around the football pitch when a rainbow indicated that rain was close by and about to come to the village. It was getting dark and the village was still without electricity. The rain arrived and the village closed down. I went home; my car, my home.

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