An unexpected route change

francyrios75 (67)in #photography • 5 years ago (edited)

Greetings dear friends and photography lovers

All at some time, have planned an activity, trip, meeting, etc., and at the end of the destination makes theirs, not resulting in the things we planned, this weekend reviewing my photographic collection, I found some photographs that made me evoke memories, around this theme. It was an occasion when, during a trip, to my family and to me, it was our turn, to make an unexpected change of route, it was an odyssey, however, in a moment that we could stop, I managed to take the photographs that I will share, while I tell him our whole journey.

As everyone knows, those of us who still live in Venezuela, we are not doing well at all and there are many vicissitudes that we suffer every day, so, for us, the word plan has practically lost all kind of meaning. In Venezuela it is almost impossible to carry out any kind of planning, there is always an unforeseen event that forces us to use the plan "B", the "C", the "D", the "E" ..., in short, that I can say.

The fact is that a little over two years ago, we were coming back from visiting my parents in the city of Carúpano, Sucre state. As my family and I live in Barcelona state Anzoátegui, to reach our home, the normal route runs the national highway called trunk 9, it is a trip that normally lasts approximately 4 hours, of which, most of it, is a through the coastal line of the Sucre and Anzoátegui states. It is a really beautiful tour, where there are also many small towns, and hamlets, however, due to the current Venezuelan crisis, these populations in their majority, if not all, are happening very, very badly, so , practically every day they cross the national highway, since, it is the only means that they possess, to make visible their precarious situation.

Well, on that occasion, although we had left Carúpano early in the morning, trying to prevent getting trapped, because the road was closed, we had no luck, and at a certain height of the route we came across the big bar. We hope, we hope and we hope ... when we investigate among our "little friends", we discover the apparent reasons for it. After meditating, about our options, because, definitely expecting to open the race was not one, since, we were in the middle of nowhere, with our two daughters, who, for that moment, the oldest had 7 years and the youngest was a baby of approximately 6 months. So, we had no choice but to turn on the GPS and find an alternate route to continue our journey, because returning to Carúpano was not an option either, since we had work commitments that awaited us, the next day, in the city from Barcelona.

The only option involved, turning around and going in the opposite direction, until we reached a detour that we had passed a few kilometers back and that allowed us to enter the road that leads to the town of Caripe. This is a journey in which almost the entire stretch before reaching Caripe corresponds to roads that go into the mountain, likewise, a good part of the section that runs from Caripe to the city of Maturín. Although, the route is also very beautiful and the weather improves a lot, which I love, because when it comes to mountain areas, the climate is much cooler. The problem is the road, which is quite dangerous, due to the number of corners, the terrible condition due to lack of maintenance, in addition to being very narrow in some places, even there are stretches, which can practically only be a car at the same time, so, you should beg, not to find anyone who comes in the opposite direction.

The worst thing, of this unexpected change of route, was that it added, more or less 6 hours more to the route, since we had to enter the neighboring state of Monagas, travel a part of it, to retrace our steps in a different way and finally reach the city of Barcelona, so our trip, from 4 hours to more than 10 long and endless continuous hours of road. Thanks to God, the car and my daughters behaved to the height, since, after the change of route, we only made two small stops, the first was, in an area that is shortly before reaching the cave of the Guacharo in the Village of Caripe, place where I take the photograph that I share today and the second, it was already, in the city of Maturín at a road stop, where at last we were able to buy something light to eat and drink, and go to the bathroom. To finally resume, our journey towards our final destination, the city of Barcelona, which, thanks to God, we arrived safely and very tired.