Playa El Agua has literally dozens of beach bars and restaurants. In
the off season, however, only three are open, and Panare constantly draws the
whole crowd. Except on Saturdays, when Panare is closed, people flock to the
place next door.
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| This is what
most cars look like on Margarita. Duct tape and chicken wire hold
them together |
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| Andreas from
Austria. No, don't ask! |
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| Angel, a lovely
Margariteña |
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| Thank heavens I
cut off her gesture |
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| Angela, Angel's
friend |
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| Show off your
piercings! |
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| Angel, Maleiwa
and Angela |
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| Baywatches, a
Dutch beach bar next door, mostly empty in June |
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| Cucchi from
Italy who was the only person I've met who spoke Züritüütsch |
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| Darío, a
Margariteño and good friend |
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| Fernando is
chatting up a German girl |
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| Fernando, when
he's in party mode... |
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| ...but he can
also be very serious (yeah, right!) |
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| Franklin, the
owner of Panare, doing what he likes best - counting money |
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| Giacomo from
Forlí, Italia, on his permanent bar stool at Maleiwa's |
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| The crazy
Indian who claimed she didn't speak English or Spanisch. When we
turned our backs, she did both |
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| Jorge, the
ladies' favorite, practicing his Tom Cruise routine |
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| Jorge
auditioning for the movie "Cocktail" |
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| After he's
broken a few dozen bottles, he settled for posing... |
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| ...which landed
him with this beauty here |
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| Need I say more? |
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| Jorge and
Darío |
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| Luca from Italy |
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| Luca, Angela
and Maleiwa at Maleiwa's bar, where the beer cost 4x more than
regular, but her company's worth the premium |
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| Maleiwa with
her boyfriend Luís |
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| Luis, yours
truly, Maleiwa and Angela |
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| Maleiwa is into
posing as well |
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| Expertly
preparing her speciality, Tequila with sugar and coffee |
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| Don't call me
baby, she sang |
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| Every night
they would redecorate the bar with green grapes, which we would then
use to throw at each other |
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| Flower Power |
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| Maleiwa,
starting work at 10pm |
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| Maleiwa and
Luis with flowers Giacomo gave to her |
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| Ahh, young love |
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| I got to have a
picture taken with Maleiwa and Maria (both Panare staff) |
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| Maria y Jorge |
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| Niels from
Germany lives and studies in Mérida, Venezuela |
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| Onno from
Holland, whom I spent a lot of time with |
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| Onno and his
friend Peter |
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| Panare's
outdoor dance floor. When it starts raining, everybody runs inside
and they close the curtains |
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| One night a
large sea turtle came to the beach to lay her eggs (Picture courtesy
of André) |
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| Some Panare
staff in action |
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| A camera never
fails to draw people in its path |
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| The crew would
dance in sync when hot music came on (which was, in fact, most of
the night) |
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| The complete
Panare team |
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| What's Franklin
doing with Maleiwa here? |
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| Beach beauties
unwinding after a hard day in the sun |
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| The
considerably smaller indoor dance floor |
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| Tim from
Chicago |
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| Tim grabbing a
beer |
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| Tim, myself and
Tobias from Sweden, who actually lives in Mexico |
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| Panare makes a
serious person... |
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| ...turn into a
lunatic in an instant |
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| Jorge's holiday
flirt, alone |
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| An unnamed
beauty (I reckon she has a name, I just didn't ask) |
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| Likewise, but
worthwile |
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