"Highest waterfall in the world, the Angel Falls" Benyclaire's photos around Canaima National Park

Preview of Benyclaire's blog at TravelPod. Read the full blog here: www.travelpod.com This blog preview was made by TravelPod using the TripAdvisor™ TripWow slideshow creator. Entry from: Canaima National Park, Venezuela Entry Title: "Highest waterfall in the world, the Angel Falls" Entry: "First stop in Venezuela, Caracas, and arguably the most dangerous city in the continent. We had a 6 hour stopover here before our connecting flight to Ciudad Bolivar, and we had at one time thought maybe we should go and visit the city in this time. However, our 'bibles' said that it can take 2 hours to get from the city to the airport (if unlucky), and after seeing the taxis (which were big, scary looking, black jeeps) we thought maybe it was safer to remain where we were... We found a TGI Fridays, and treated ourselves to some American food, which helped to pass the time ok (just about). 2 more take offs as we stopped first in Maturin, and we finally arrived in Ciudad Bolivar at 9.30pm. It was an eerie ride to the hostel as we passed nobody on the streets at all and very few cars, and no stopping for red traffic lights. Apparently, there is a voluntary curfew after dark! Our hostel didn't seem to know we were arriving, but being empty it was not much problem for them. And what a gorgeous hostel it was, with hammocks, a bar and huge kitchen and gynormous rooms. Almost a shame we were leaving at 6.45am for Canaima! Yet another flight, but this time in a 5 seater plane, we headed south ...

"WOW! I'm actually seeing some 'proper' Australia" Jamesemorrow's photos around Caboolture (wow)

Preview of Jamesemorrow's blog at TravelPod. Read the full blog here: www.travelpod.com This blog preview was made by TravelPod using the TripAdvisor™ TripWow slideshow creator. Entry from: Caboolture, Australia Entry Title: "WOW! I'm actually seeing some 'proper' Australia" Entry: "What can be simpler then a 3 hour bus ride from Byron Bay to Brisbane? Obviously a great deal as the mini van decided to turn itself off 90 Km from our destination. ****. This provided an excellent opportunity to stand on the side of the Bruce Highway and watch car after lorry after car after bus after car after car pass by. Wow, what fun. Not. Thankfully our stop was only 45 mins or so as another bus collected us for the rest of the journey. After a laboured detour via the bleeding airport, we finally arrived at the Roma St Transit centre (bus / train station to you and me) in the centre of Brisbane. Having devoured a ham sanger and a disappointing mango juice (thought it was OJ I was picking up), I was finally picked up by Simon & Petrina. I havent seen these guys for about 3-4 years, back in the days of working at Cat in Leicester. Sure enough they havent changed a bit, certainly Simon's **** taste in cars has been well-honed now, as they picked me up in some $400 Holden which was arguably smaller than my old 205 (ahhh, the peugeot 205..... now that is automotive engineering at its finest....). And it was off straight away, steadfast and true, north to the Zillman (Simon's surname) estate ...

"Keeping a Straight Face in GoPeePee" Jessicaquick's photos around Ko Phi Phi Don, Thailand

Preview of Jessicaquick's blog at TravelPod. Read the full blog here: www.travelpod.com This blog preview was made by TravelPod using the TripAdvisor™ TripWow slideshow creator. Entry from: Ko Phi Phi Don, Thailand Entry Title: "Keeping a Straight Face in GoPeePee" Entry: "Spent three days in Koh Lanta and was looking forward to bluer, less rocky waters in the coveted island paradise of Koh Phi Phi. Unfortunately, the transit between islands took a lot longer than expected. Although we could have taken an hour boat directly from Koh Lanta to Phi Phi, our travel agency booked a more complicated path to probably cut some costs. Long story short, it took about seven hours and too many transfers to travel the 20 km between islands. When we arrived, it was pouring rain. Despite the grim weather, the pier was surrounded by pristine turquoise water and the trashy facades of the little resorts that lined the shore were concealed with tall palm trees. Right off the boat, it was clear that someone let the cat out of the bag long ago about this island's gorgeousness. We were told to wait next to the pier for our hotel transport and stood in a crowded maze of hundreds of youngish, bumbling tourists buzzing around us -- shouting in every language imaginable and tugging dripping luggage in a confused frenzy. A smiling, small Thai guy with a shirt that donned our hotel's name came up to us. After a few minutes of non-communicative waiting, he took our luggage and fastened it on a ...