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Masters of the Dance
XI. Nailed on the Cross[ Back to chapter 10 | Table of Contents | On to Chapter 12 ]
My first (and last) impression of Puerto la Cruz was not so great. Just a dirty, hot city, but the palm-lined beach was nice enough. I was only here to dance, though, so that was fine. I checked into Hotel Europa. 11650 for an air con single. Ouch! But everything was pricey, so I lived with it. Checked email at Mailboxes, Etc. 60B/minute. Ouch.
Pizza Hut for supper (had the urge), and then a nap. I bought myself a bottle of Cacique for 3500 and some coke, and fixed a few before going out. Then out to see the night.
[Sorry, but I stopped writing in my journal here for the rest of the trip. Time has passed, and the details already escape me. I'll just write a quick summary of what went on, and continue from there.]
I spent much of my two days in Puerto la Cruz going out at night and recovering during the day. Not much to tell. Clubs ranged everywhere from small intimate places with tons of women (all for a price) to huge all-out raves with thousands of people going crazy. During the days, I mostly saw tourists along the waterfront, but almost none even a block inland. At night, I don't think I ever saw another foreigner at the places I went. The town never really grew on me, but I did meet nice folk everywhere I went, giving me rides around town, sitting and chatting, going out dancing, and just flashing me a quick smile on the street.
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