Travel reports from Venezuela


Venezuela - how we became millionaires for a short time.

A faint beam of light falls on the floor of our hotel room. I squeeze my face against the bars and try to catch a glimpse of the street through the small crack in the fast-moving clinker brick wall that covers our hotel window. There are few people to see, the small park in front of the hotel is abandoned in the bleak light of dusk. A group of men are standing in the corner of the house, they seem to be engaged in a serious conversation.

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And so finally I came to Venezuela. The passport control was in ominous circumstances. Some motorcyclist collected our passports and we were taken to a small back room. There was a man with a leg infection and was enjoying a foot bath while his wife was preparing something in the open kitchen.