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... that could have been spent on improving the country.
I think that by now the picture of Venezuela's political mess is becoming clear and what the future holds is any-ones guess,but meanwhile the people suffer under this absurdity of good intentions gone wrong.Back at the hotel I took stock of all that I had seen and heard from my guide.Cities are always,I believe,the wrong way to judge the people.City dwellers are in the melting pot that dictates policies to the rest ...
... to bring my ear plugs, which I now eagerly dug out and put in. That gave a bit of relief from the assault of the music, although I could still hear it loudly.
We had figured maybe the bus would take 1 1/2 hour to get to the airport, but with the easy traffic (apparently a rarity in Caracas), we arrived at the airport in less than an hour. Fantastic! We weren't exactly at the airport, however. We had been dropped off on a main freeway, where we simply had to use ...
Carla then explains the the 300 bolivares I got back are for the taxi driver for my part of the ride. Fine by me!
So just now calculating this all out I somehow ended up not actually losing any money
80 US dollars is about 53 pounds
15 US dollars I got back is 10 pounds
300 Bolivares on the official exchange rate of 1 pound = almost 6 Bolivares is 50 pounds
So I gave 53 but somehow ended up ...
... to me and to see the look of horror on my face. But as he said he has been driving this route everyday for 15 years and knows every bend and pot hole like the back of his hand. Despite the driving and when my eyes were open I could appreiate that the countryside was very beautiful with lots of mountains and woodland.
Our driver was actually a really nice guy and turned out to be my third guardian angel of the day. He offered to come into the bus station with me to ...
... yet, as the slum extends away from the center of town and closer to the airport. The slums are always on the way to the airport. They are there to greet you when you arrive, and they are there to bid you a farewell, one last glimpse of this land before you jet yourself out of it. The slums are really hard to miss. They go for miles and miles, squeezed ...