Back in the summer of 1990, I traveled to Venezuela with some friends whose close friends lived there. These friends lived in a remote, sleepy province Southwest of Caracas. There wasn’t much to do there so we traveled quite a bit to various spots from Merida to Caracas. It’s all a bit of blur for me now and I don’t have many surviving pictures to remind me of the adventure, but I did stumble across a travel journal I kept on the trip. Some of my notes are unintelligible, and some, silly and immature, but what the heck, I thought I would post a few of my musings of nearly 25 years ago, lightly edited.
- There is a town close to San Felipe called Moron. I wonder if the locals are called Morons?
- Altura maxima permitida 3.9m – I’m not sure if that means duck, or no worries. I should have learned the metric system.
- The buses here look like customized bread trucks.
- Everywhere I look, green, green, green, everything is green and they say it’s winter here.
- Many tree trunks are painted white to protect against bugs. Back home, I thought painting trunks was some kind of patriotic display.
- The sun is more intense closer to the equator, make no mistake about it – we are closer to the equator.
- For $50,000 U.S. dollars, a person could buy a mansion here.
- The Texas Rangers are called the Texas Rancheros. And Philadelphia is spelled phonetically – Filadelfia, the way it should be.
- Hours after watching the World Cup championship match in which Alemania defeated Argentina 1-0, 4 of us were sitting around a table talking and out of the blue, one of Juan’s friends said. “You look like Klinsmann!” (Jurgen Klinsmann, the West German footballer). I wasn’t sure if it was an insult or compliment.
- The backs of all trucks read: Carga Larga.
- Juan bought a sack of empanadas de pescado for 100 Bolivares, or about $2.00 U.S. Dollars. Had there been more, I would have eaten more than 2.
- Polar is the Venezuelan champagne of beers; Belmont Extra Suave, the Venezuelan Marlboro Light.
- There sure are some nice arboles along these roads with curvas peligrosas.
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