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... poor Kaitlin starts to perspire anxiously and, in her nervous state, even ask Brendan if he has a paddle hanging on his wall at home she can surreptitously substitute for the original. Brendan's. however, is too small! This story has the hallmarks of a Mr Bean sketch! In her panic, Kaitlin confides in the cleaner. What is she going to do? The cleaner responds...paddle? You mean a wooden paddle? Yes, says the traumatised Kaitlin. Ah, says the cleaner, funnily enough, ...
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Today my travel started. After a 14 hour long journey from Amsterdam with transfer in Lisbon and 6,5 timezones westwards I arrived at Simon Bolivar airport nearby Caracas in Venezuela. Everything went according to schedule. At arrival at 19.45 hrs local time it was still a steamy 30C, so it's rather not going to be a chilly travel since I will move around in the vicinity and across the equator :)
I am now staying at the ...
... he brings us to the busterminal and helps us to buy tickets for the nightbus to Ciudad Bolivar!!
This terminal, which is a private terminal for Rodovias (a bus company) is in an area where even Liodegar (our host and Caracas inhabitant) rather doesn't come after 11 pm. The bus leaves with about 30 minutes delay, around 9 pm.
... on the flight. It doesn“t seem like many people travel here for fun. Anyway in que to have passports and docs checked and I was convinced that he woudn“t let me though, kept asking where i was going and what I was doing here, if I plan to stay long etc etc. After quite an offical conversation he ended by saying Żou call me up? with a cheeky grin...interesting. Relieved I wnet to claim baggage and had a few more ...
... when the face of Public Relations at the airport seem to be the teenage National Guard. They are uniformed, armed and you can't tell me that after 6 months speaking Spanish I wouldn't understand them if they were speaking it. They grunt and generally remind me of the Army Corps kids you sometimes see on the bus on a Saturday afternoon in Woolwich; playing with their ring tones, chewing gum and sending a flurry of litter after them as they moodily ...