As it is with all countries there’s a time when you realize, “I’m not in Kansas anymore.” The wonderful thing for me was that I didn’t have to wait very long; in fact, I was introduced to the Real Venezuela 4 hours after landing.
150 km taxi ride through the highlands of Venezuela should have only been 1 ½ hours. We left at midnight, by 3:00 I was beginning to wonder. Then the anticipated happened. With a sputter and cough the car was done and we began the final descent down the last hill before rolling to a stop. This should be interesting – we’re a good distance from home and it’s 3:45 am. “Welcome to Venezuela”
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