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| Jimmy Angel's plane. |
We were driven to the airport by our man from the Posada with an English couple who were also heading into see the Falls. Finally getting onto the plane to fly out didn’t unravel quite as any of us expected. Perhaps we were expecting too much to have any timetables or ETA’s, or anyone who could tell us what to do next. So with as much sign language as possible and as little information as we could gather we made it through a little security station, that didn’t seem too concerned with security, into a small waiting area. And we waited. After what seemed like a while a pilot came in and took the other couple and we were motioned to stay put, apparently we wouldn’t be taking the same flight.? We saw them board a largish plane through the window, and Nadi had some hope we wouldn’t be flying in a small tin can.
So after a while our pilot appeared and we were ushered out to our tiny, tin, can. Nadi was panicking only a little…
I think once on plane she basically hyperventilated and passed out, so doesn’t actually remember a whole lot from our flight of the jungle into the small village of Canaima. We barely caught a glimpse out the window as we crossed our fingers that our little plane would carry us there. Not to mention our pilot was half the size of the plane…
But the view flying over the jungle and rivers without any marks from human development was truly breathtaking! It unfolded as endless hills and valleys of jungle and lakes as we whirred along closer to our destination. As you come around to land at the small, grass airstrip at Canaima you get a spectacular view of its lake and thundering waterfalls. We couldn’t believe we had made it this far and were ecstatic to be getting closer to our ultimate destination…
To be continued…
