VIAJÉ AL RORAIMA CON BITÁCORA ¡¡Y ESTO PASÓ!! 😍 | AMANECER EN EL RORAIMA 🛖 | Valen de viaje

This 68 year old YOUTUBER that I am, climbed up the Roraimaat 45 years old. By the end of the 90. I remember my anxiety; I was unaware if I would be able to accomplish this feat. I’ve never been - neither I am - a big athlete. Watching at that wall is daring; I’ve never believed I would reach the top. I cried like Dumbo when I saw myself among those formations, the oldest from the planet. I was moved by silence, wind, the way that weather changed, only comparable to the female mood. Receiving dawn with sun on the forehead. Knowing that if I walked among the mist I would get lost. This trip to Roraima shakes existence. I never went backand I will never get back. I’ll stay with this awe that was stuck on my soul forever . It was the first big expedition we made in Bitácora. A top production because it was a mess carrying such big and bulky equipment. Betacam cameras, with a box of batteries that weighed like 20 kgs. We had to take an electric plant to recharge batteries, it weighed 45 kgs. They tried to carry it between two Pemons grabbed by some sticks and finally one of them decided to put it into his guayare and head up to the Tepuy. Unusual to see him with such speed. I understood why they called them little Toyotas. I also understood that weight will be regulated from there on. Plant ran out of fuel because we didn’t know how to use it. We were at base. It was crucial to have fuel to be able to complete the show. With my old cell phone that had good coverage, I managed to call the then CVG President - Luigi Scotto - and he sent us fuel on a helicopter that was checking the electrical wires. He also sent us two chickens. We were 20 between crew, guides and carry men, a madness! But that was work. Today many travelers climb up Roraima, they don’t need that much equipment. What they keep is a profound excitement, the change in their lives. The Pemon from Paraitui as the best guides. The privilege of having Roraima in Venezuela and that it has been kind enough to open a path for us to live in its bowels.