It was the following morning, and I had gotten over not having been allowed to take the cacao pod home – it would have been a nice souvenir, unlike what most people get as souvenirs, but then again, Canada Customs would have impounded it and possibly charged me with … Read more...
Continue reading...I wouldn’t exactly call being thrown into my work a baptism by fire, even though the weather was still blisteringly hot, and no matter how often I showered in a day, I just couldn’t get keep from sweating. Seeing my plight, and commiserating with me, somebody told me to wait … Read more...
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Leaving Barquisimeto behind, I set out for San Felipe – one of the shorter bus trips in this journey. There I was to meet up with my friend with the debit card and the cash; not that I had much need of it yet, the first trip from … Read more...
Continue reading...The beach was wonderful, and the language classes proceeded, and August turned into September, and September was coming to end. We had been promised a week off between our 4 weeks of luxuriating on the beach, and the final 2 weeks of language training in a town much closer … Read more...
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So here I was then, on an overnight bus to Barquisimeto, having been strip-searched and wished a good night. The remainder of this leg of the trip went by uneventfully; there were one or two other occasions when the bus was stopped by the National Guard, but no further searches were … Read more...
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