Puerto Cumarebo – Coro - 43 km
Following our morning coffee, we resumed our ride to Coro, Venezuela’s loveliest
colonial city. A good tailwind helped us meander into Coro in good time where a
cosy hostel had rooms around a courtyard. Birds and windchimes made the
establishment a delightful stay.
Mercifully, Coro had a Mercantile Bank, which seemed the sole bank in Venezuela
where I could draw money. In addition, Coro was a UNESCO World Heritage Site,
where cobbled streets and old colonial buildings abounded. Following a walk to the
bakery, I returned empty-handed but with loads of photos.
Coro – Dabajuro - 130 km
What was expected to be a dreary day turned out precisely the opposite. Meeting
fascinating people, I was sorry I had such a poor command of the Spanish
language.
The lack of facilities and places of interest made us cycle the 130-kilometre to
Dabajuro. Fortunately, we were aided by a good tailwind. As the road headed in an
easterly direction, the scenery changed entirely and became drier, hotter and
windier. Strange stalls kept us amused. A few sold goatskins with the bones still
attached, and we had plenty of theories about its uses. Finally, the day’s ride ended
in Dabjuro, where accommodation was available along the outskirts of town.