Venezuela El Yaque

“Ladies and Gentlemen, incoming goods wants arrive RK our destination Porlamar del Carribe in A few minutes. Please chamfered your seatbelt!” The announcement of the Cabin crew tore me out means dreams. Had I thus finally created it? Was I only few minutes distant from the Freestyleparadies El Yaque? Fast pulled I mean seat belt again firm, before the machine touched down gentle on venezuelanischem soil.

When entering the flight stairs me a warm wind blew immediately into the face. Now I could forget the wet-cold weather in Germany finally.
I had to only get accustomed to the warm conditions, I nevertheless straight only the cold North Sea had experienced. At temperatures around 30°C and blue sky I knew however, why I had completely taken the long way from the ostfriesischen islands to after El Yaque on me.

After I was welcomed in my first evening with a beautiful sunset in El Yaque, it went directly on the next day on the water. The water was quite kabbelig, but at a temperature of 27°C and 30°C air temperature I may deplore myself probably not much.
The driving level on the water was generally very high. It was stated by Gollito, André and Antxon, which motivated me immediately with their style of driving. When I unite 15-jährige LOCALs observed, which learned in only three weeks moves, for which I needed one year, I understood finally, why El Yaque was crowned to the Freestyleparadies.

Because not only the warm temperatures, but also the constant wind from January to May make it the ideal training district. And there I during my entire stay each day wind for the 5er sail had, can I afterwards the wind statistics only confirm.
After the Surfsession, which went mostly until to sunset, there was nearly each evening a excursion to the Happy Hour bar. The drinks, like Choco Monkey or Caipirinha, were not only very good, but also it condemns favorably then I had to always watch out that I forgot the dinner not completely.

Since the travel budget had its borders, quartierte myself I with Mike in the Elyaquemotion in. It was not only very inexpensive but also clean and I felt equivalent in a friendly manner taken up. Besonderst worth mentioning is the large roof terrace, on which we us allabendlich boarded and which was Treff of all inhabitants.
Which concerned the night life in El Yaque, I was a little sceptical at the beginning of. Because in the Beachbar Gaby's Voodoo Lounge ran to Billard and Dart nearly each evening the same music and also the Habana club, which was directly in the Elyaquemotion, had not very many more to offer.

A correctly good Reggae party with live music in the Gaby's and the opening celebration converted lot of the Piratas tuned me then however nevertheless over. And on the next morning I was annoyed not too much that the wind increased always only at noon in strength.
While we moved only in the evening toward bar, already at midday sometimes particularly on weekend the Margariteneos had looked a little too deeply in the glass. For car at car stood then with roaring basses directly at the beach and the passengers enjoyed Caipis and the native polar beer.

This should be probably a small Vorgeschmack on Easter Semana Santa, if before louder dancing people masses some Surfschulen must stop their enterprise.
After one week El Yaque was to be changed it at the time for the Spot. With friends I drove to a Flussmündung, which offered absolute shallow water, but so strongly to Kloake stank that I before each outlet mouth and nose desperately zupresste.

The LOCALs tried to convince me of it that the Gestank of the algae would come, my stomach proved to me however some days long something else. I was not completely repealed set after these sessions, but rather made myself I on the search for new places the Freestylen.
A true Traumspot found I then few days later in a Mangrovenwald. At the foot of the mountain San Juan extended an enormous seawater lake, which was connected with the sea by small water routes.

And through one of these deltas I pumped myself from a Böe to the next, because the close Mangrovenwald filtered nearly the entire wind. As soon as I had reached however the lake, a true Freestyleparadies spreads forwards means eyes out.
Türkiesfarbenes and above all smell-neutral water, gesäumt of Mangroven and rock, let me and my friends tempt to true joy jumps. This Spot supplied perfect training conditions to us with to the Freestylen.

For each trusted friends me the Spots and native ones became, my too good Spanish knowledge close always with a friendly smile did not acknowledge, the more near moved the day of my departure to me. After three weeks the strongly stressed material was again packed together and direction airport was gekarrt.

When then the machine rose into the dark night over the Isla de Margarita toward Germany, I already looked forward to the moment, if it means again: “Welcome on board on our flight tons of Porlamar del Caribe…!”

Travel information:
Favorable accommodation gives it with; favorable flights with the CONDOR starting from Frankfurt; Material storage locally e.g. with the Happy Surfstation.

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