Venezuela Pt. 6
I miss Caracas so much. I've stumbled upon some more pictures and
decided to put them up. There's a lot of family pictures but, to quote
Mary Swanson, "I don't wanna bore you with those." So these are all random.
Father Funk and I eating some pre-game Arepas. What are Arepas, you ask?
They are THE dish of Venezuela. It's basically a baked corn meal patty that you cut in half, and then stuff with cheese, beans, veggies, and your choice of mammal flesh.
We got ours the same, con queso y carne mechada (with cheese and shredded beef).
We are both extremely happy.
Gametime. We got tickets to one of the biggest, baddest, rowdiest games of the season.
Caracas vs. Magallanes. It's like Yankees vs. Redsox.
We got there early to beat the storm of people that pour into the stadium.
This was my first time at a game in Caracas.
We got some nice seats too. The game turned out to be epic.
It came down to the bottom of the 9th, and, yes, with two outs.
You can't see the flags and sh$t being thrown in the bleachers.
Fights broke out, flares were ignited, and people were insulted.
It was the best sporting event I've ever attended. It rivaled my experience
at a soccer game in Italy. Incredible. Caracas won.
Beer talk. Polar & Zulia. Delicious. Polar is like Bud, and Zulia is like Coors, I'd say.
Better though. More alcohol, and less carbonation that hurts your throat when you are taking a knee. I like pound beers.
This is a close relative of TNT. You can buy it on any street corner in Caracas.
It has several names, Pinocchio, Bin Landen, and...um...I think, La Suegra (Mother-in-law).
These things will blow your fuc#@g head off. They sound like someone put a gun to your head and pulled the trigger.
Father Funk and Mother Salsa before renewing their wedding vows.
After the ceremony, the surprise band came to the party and tore it down.
This was really fun. I danced. I drank.
This is Sancocho. It's a fish stew. It looks gross, but if Zimmern or Bourdain tasted
this, they would have a new favorite. Speaking of which, those dudes should do an episode in Venezuela, for real.
The final product on the left has the fish, boiled plantains, yucca, and a pinch of lemon.
Plastic spoon.
Sebastian Armando Figueredo. The latest addition.
Josie's breakfast. Fresh coconut with a straw in it, and a Cachapa (corn pankake) filled with queso de Mano.
This guy was chillin when we stopped for some water on the way up to the Colonia Tovar.
I don't know what the f%&k this is. Kinda sketchy, but cool. I wanna jump in there and see whats going on in that container. It reads "Socialist Formation Center."
The streets of the neighborhood, Chacao, were my uncle works.
It's a commercial area where you can find anything.
Kinda like Canal St. in NYC.
Here's a dumbass risking his safety for some LPs.
Way to be heads up. I got some good stuff though.
Not the nicest of areas.
My cousin Juan and I on New Year's eve. We were discussing the labels given to, well, guys like us. You know, tatted-up, bearded long hairs. In Venezuela he is known as a frito (fried).
He's a bad-ass Drumb and Bass DJ. Next time I will go to one of his shows.
Fireworks on New Year's eve. Viewed from the back yard of my aunt Thaiz's house.
Somebody was setting these off right on the street at the front of the house.
We left a couple of days latter. I miss you Venezuela. I love you.
posted by Enrique at
3:59 PM
2 Comments:
haha son!! you just brought it back! that one time i seen you take a knee in Ossining i almost died! it look like it hurt but was mad good!
Your cousin Juan is also famous for...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_cBHCr8Uarw
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