Today, we flew over from Isla Margarita to Port of Spain, Trinidad & Tobago. Its another world, a former British colony, richer, cleaner and with better roads than Venezuela. And a lot more expensive. We stay in Alicias Guesthouse, Port of Spain, for ten days, with a lush garden, swimming pool, jacuzzi and wireless broadband access in our rooms. However, no view whatsoever, and the merits of the kitchen are debatable. A letter from grandma Birgitta awaited us, it arrived in ten days. In comparison, her efforts in sending a letter to us in Venezuela did not bear fruit at all, the country is simply too unsystematic.
On the airport in Porlamar, we bought Lily a talking Chavez doll, complete with his howling revolutionary rethoric when you press a button on his back. Sweet. She insisted in taking off his clothes. I appealed to her to at least let him keep his red beret on.
On the airport in Porlamar, we bought Lily a talking Chavez doll, complete with his howling revolutionary rethoric when you press a button on his back. Sweet. She insisted in taking off his clothes. I appealed to her to at least let him keep his red beret on.
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