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When my empty belly talks. I was on a coastal zone here in Venezuela, at the Caribbean Sea. I was walking with my big pack and my camera, suddenly I realize that I am starving but I didn´t  have any money or food either. So I stepped in the house of this Little guy and his family. They sell Empanadas (breakfast).  I ate two of them and at that time, I was ready to keep on walking and take the public bus.

When I was ate already, I  asked  this dude to take  him a picture, because he was  very  kind with me and I wanted to keep  him  in my negatives; he said “Yes, no problem, but send me the final picture via e-mail”

The person behind him is his father, he cooks the breakfast and his son delivers  it.

*Empanadas: typical breakfast in Venezuela, It´s made with corn flour filled with seafood, chicken, cheese, meet, etc.

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The matches are named after fruits.

From Poshina to Phimbalia are three km. In monsoon times 70.

The buffalo eat the dried leafs from the cotton.

I counted the passenger of a jeep randomly: 32 people.

The adivasis are buried in their fields.

For the second time we’ve seen a couple of mongooses. Animals have their own routine and everyday we see in the same places a couple of kingfishers, one of which perches on a dead tree in front of the adobe house of a advice family to which we have reached to say hello. We have been shown their cows proudly. The man beats his wife. Garasia community is concentrated in the village of Bedi, a “high class” of adivasis if that makes any sense. Some are considered purer and prevent foods from other adivasi communities. The don’t tend to send their girls to school. they wear colourful vests embroidered with mirrors and flowers and adorn their bodies with tattoos and silver bracelets. In Bedi there are mayors but P. said that important decisions are often made by the husband. The roads are full of small cotton balls, perhaps the only thing pure in this overcrowded, dirty and yet addictive country.

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A Lot of Concrete? I recently went to Buenos Aires with high expectations, which were successfully filled. I was told that there were many buildings, a city very city, lost horizon between buildings, avenues and, again, a lot of concrete.

However, it is a beautiful city with friendly people, beautiful places and beautiful parks. It has a great artistic and musical proposal; a very good option to visit in the South of South America.

I give you these two photographs I took while I was there, they are not a touristic view of the city, rather they are the product of the photographs that were dancing in my mind.

 

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The Drums of San Juan. This photo was taken in a national holiday that takes place in La Guaira, Vargas State, Venezuela. Vargas said State is where it’s the country’s main airport, Caracas Simon Bolivar International Airport. (30 minutes from Caracas)

It’s a party in which you are paying homage to San Juan, religious festivals for devotees and for those who want to go, many people of all ages on the streets. The main attraction is “the drums of San Juan”.

Local play drums all day, everybody drinks, dance, enjoy and children are looking forward to the day when they can play drum rhythms in the streets.

When you come to Venezuela, let me know and we can go to take a swim in the waters of the Caribbean town of San Juan.

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Public Bus in Caracas, Venezuela. This 4 photographs are the result of a 30 minutes trip in a public bus in Caracas, if you notice, the Venezuelan think a lot. (politicians, economics, insecurity, lack of opportunities, Christmas, etc)

Just as a curious tip, the bus ticket in Caracas is regulated and costs 9BsF (nine bolivares Fuertes), that will be 15 cents of a dollar or 10 cents of an euro.

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