Starting off I had to buy a Camila concert ticket. There were signs everywhere saying you had to buy tickets at a bakery shop. When I went to the street where it said it was I had to stop into three shops before actually finding the correct one! Much different than just buying one from TicketMaster! When the day came we were told we had to get in line at least 4 hours early because there are no assigned seats. I got there with my friends and got really lucky that I saw some of my Venezuelan friends who had been in line for eight hours. So we got to go to the front of the line! After four more hours of waiting, the riot police opened the gates to let about 100 people through at a time. I have never been more scared for my life than this moment, it was a stampede to get in through the gates, people were fighting and the riot police were hitting people with their batons. You, yourself, were not walking, you were being pushed. Some girl passed out in front of us and no one stopped and the riot police had to hit people HARD with their baton to even get this girl up and stop people from stepping on her. Then when we finally got in they had 2 people taking tickets...one line for girls and one for boys. It was AWFUL you think they would have had more people since so many people were pushing and shoving. Then once you finally got in, you had to run up three stories on a ramp and then find and save your seat. By the time I was done I was covered in sweat. BUT we did end up getting front row! It was amazing. During the concert though, it started to pour and everyone got drenched from head to toe! It was worth it! The whole concert lasted a little over three hours, with two people who opened for Camila. But I can skip ever risking my life for a concert again. I really appreciate assigned seating.
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CAMILA!
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| Paola, Me, Michelle, and Tyrell |
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| Palo de Agua (raining cats and dogs) |
When you step off the $10.00, 13-hour, bus ride to the city of Coro, nothing strikes you as different or spectacular. It is dirty, rundown, and just normal for Venezuela. Then you head to a taxi with all your belongings, the most efficient and cheapest way to travel when there is no bus. You then ask to go to Los Médanos or the sand dunes. You expect a long ride, because you are literally in a city. The taxi takes you for a less than 10 min drive, and the taxi becomes silent. The city, the noise, the garbage, just stops. It is almost like the tree line of a forest, when it just completely ends. The city stops and the wondrous dunes just begin. For miles from there all you see is sand. We got out and just walked the sand dunes for a little less than an hour. We were hot and sweaty and full of sand by the end. Pictures do not do justice for what you have seen. Quite astonishing.
