Brig and Barbs remake "the terminal" in Caracas

Trip Start Jun 15, 2008
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Trip End Aug 15, 2008


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Caracas Airport
(Caracas hotels)

Flag of Venezuela  , Central Venezuela,
Tuesday, July 1, 2008

This is going to be a whiny entry. we have arrived in Quito after many to many an hour and much to much money on coffee spent in Caracas Airport where we passed a record 21 hours yesterday waiting for our flight. IŽll try and keep it brief:

9 am: arrive in airport

9.30 am: Wandering around from place to place trying to get flight deal to Quito, for which we had been quoted $99. Now take that and add $370. outrageous.

10.00 am: told we could be bumped onto earlier flight (our check in was supposed to be 3 am the next morning, not cool). just wait "un rato"(spanish for a momment). "un rato" turns out to be 2 hours with no flight bump.Told next opportunity is at 6pm

10.00 am to 5.30 pm: the most thrilling part of the day. We consummed vast amounts of coffee, ate a subway (ham and cheese, sweet honey mustard. we noted different salad opportunites in venezuela. good info i know), mourned our lack of reading material and played a lot of card games.

6.00 pm: taken aside by airport terminal official we made friends and warned that essentially the only people who get bumped onto earlier flight are people willing to pay a $100 bribe to the checkout people. Also, there were limited places, and there was a nun waiting with us in the queue. we decided we valued our souls over the flight (which actually got into quito at something like 1 am so not that fun)

6.30pm to 3.am: See "10.00 am to 5.30 pm" and add in some sleeping and a packed of crisps

3.am check in, go and pay extortionate airport tax, make liberal use of duty free moisturisers and get on flight to quito (via bogota).

You may have got to the end of this and felt that this has robbed you of part of your life. This is deliberate: to help you empathise with the 21 hours of our youth spent in Caracas airport, never to be regained. We did feel we found part of ourselves there though, so every cloud.....

Note to mum: Caracas Airport is safe, even at night. We checked with lots of people.

lots of love and BBBB

Penny xxxxxxxx

Nothing to add.  Found part of ourselves somewhere between the 3rd and 4th coffee, possibly during an extended game of slam.  Have the bracelet to prove it.
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