Carabo . . .bo . . .bo . . . .bo . . .
Puente . . . . Puente . . . . .Puente . . . .
It is one hilarious thing to see a small Venezuelan man hanging out the side of a bus screaming at the top of his lungs. It's no fault of his the people need to know where the bus is going. You'd think that permanent routes would help. On no, not here, not in Venezuela. They'd much rather have a middle aged man lean out the open bus door. It's music for the city - they say.
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