Waiting for your bags in Valencia

I am back home and I wanted to finish my little chronicles of a holiday that was not.


I witnessed prices changing within 48 hours, in particular on booze, some of it going up 30% between two visits. I witnessed a huge line forming within minutes of the arrival of milk at Sigo, one of the main grocery stores at Pampatar. I saw beggars and other victims when one is supposed that there are plenty of "misiones" to take care of these poor wretches. I endured traffic jams like I have to suffer in Caracas or Valencia. Well, not as bad but way too bad for what is after all a small island. Everywhere potholes, dirt, anarchy. I had to live through hotel rooms barely cleaned, with wash hands and showers with poor drainage. No wonder that the only tourists still seen in Margarita, besides the Venezuelans that cannot go anywhere else are a multilatin chusma crowd. Hard cash tourists nowhere to be seen.

To top it off, on my return to Valencia the huge posters of the baggage claim section reminded us clearly who is responsible for that clogged sinkhole Venezuela has become.  I am leaving you with the pictures of "The Giant", Hugo Chavez, the destroyer of the country harassing us even after his death....

I felt  under surveillance.....

Maduro in little, Chavez in big.....