39 Years Later
We're flying over Maracaibo now and I'm leaving.
Flying over that 10 km bridge. Just noticed something: NO swimming
pools in the back yards here. No matter how hot it is, people
just don't have that kind of money.
Right before I got on the plane, I was lucky
enough to find a really good-looking painting by a local artist,
just a street scene. I'm really quite happy that I have it.
So goodbye to Venezuela. Wonder when I'll come back? These airlines
don't give assigned seats. Makes things easier. There is no
in-flight magazine for Servivensa/Avensa,
just a brochure on the duty free articles. There is no weather
report (isn't that strange?) in the newspaper I'm am reading,
the “Carabobeño”, but it does have
a Web site: www.el-carabobeno.com.
How do you like that?
When I got to Caracas, I saw a picture book
of Venezuela for sale! I asked the lady how long she had had
it. I had been searching all over the world for one, Paris,
New York, San Francisco for years. She had only just received
it for the first time a few days before! Well, I bought it with
the last few U.S. dollars I had.
I took a last picture of Maiquetia
and got on the KLM flight back to
Amsterdam and on to Paris. It was 12°C when I arrived. In
Maracaibo, the cab driver told me that the day before, the thermometer
had gotten up to 41°C and that is 107°F. Another world.