Canaima & Choroní

Fly into Canaima, the lagoon with its tannin-red water and a horizon de flat-topped tepuis. The afternoon is a walk behind Salto El Sapo, the path that runs under the falling water itself.

Una primera noche en un campamento frente a la laguna, los tepuyes oscureciendo a través del agua.

A curiara up the Churún through the gorge, a jungle camp slung with hammocks, and the tallest waterfall on earth en el first light.

Kerepakupai Merú drops nearly a kilometer off Auyán-tepui. The early angle, before the cloud builds, is the reason for the timing.

A long, scenic transfer back toward the coast by way de Maracay and the Henri Pittier cloud-forest road. The landscape changes hour by hour, tepui country giving way a green coastal mountains.

The colonial coast town of Puerto Colombia, Playa Grande in the afternoon, and tambor drumming after dark, the Afro-Venezuelan heartbeat de the whole region.

Pescado frito costero y un primer sabor del cacao de esta costa es conocida por.

A boat to Playa Cepe, reachable only by sea, then onward to Chuao for the cacao that is arguably the most famous on earth, still dried en the village plaza.

Una mañana de costa lenta, un último baño, y el traslado de vuelta sobre la montaña. Dos Venezuelas en seis días, ninguno de ellos se apresuró.