On Friday morning I took a one hour six-seater Cessna flight to Canaima, a small Pemón native village accessible only by air. The landscape slowly changed from dry hills to intense green valleys and massive tepuís, table-top mountains. My diverse and fun group for the tour consisted of 3 Brits, 5 Venezuelans, 1 Kiwi, 1 German, 1 French, 1 Spanish, and me. There, I went swimming in Canaima lagoon, which is fed by several large waterfalls. We took a traditional canoe, with a 70hp motor, accross the lagoon and then hiked to a nearby falls that was fed by the lagoon. There, we walked under, and a little bit through, the falls to rocks on the other side. In the evening, we stayed in Canaima town and drank the rum we brought with other travellers and the locals.
The big day was Saturday. We travelled up the river from Canaima towards the falls, flanking the Auyantepui. Stopping for lunch, we took a dip in the river, knowing the falls weren't far off. As it appeared in the distance, we approached with anticipation the hike to the falls. After a 45-minute scramble up the path to the lookout, we made it and saw Angel Falls in all its glory.
There is not much I can say to give you a true understanding of the magnitude of the falls. By about 20% of the way down, the water is already a thick mist. Any attempt at following the trajectory of a large drop is in vain. An amazing sight that must be seen to be understood.
I will leave it to the photos to explain...
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