A terrible day on the mainland

Yesterday was completely disastrous. Not only is the loss of my Nikon camera (forgotten in a taxi) a enduring grievance, we have now realized that a substantial lump of dollars have gone missing. The only place it could have happened was when i was strip search by the military police three times the first day in Venezuela. The rest of the week all the dollars was in the safe. When we realized what had happened yesterday, we were very depressed, irritated, and on top of that, when we were to take the ferry to Isla Margarita,we had gotten the departure time wrong, and had to wait for another four hours before taking the late ferry. However hanging by the Marina Plaza in Cumana wasnt to bad for Alice and Lily, they enjoyed one hour with teletubbies in an internet cafe and let them play in the advanced and air conditioned MacDonalds playground. Here in Venezuela, the MacDonalds is a rather expensive middle class reserve. In the US its completely different, where people who go to MacD are what you might call the riff-raff. La chusma! Here in Venezuela simple people cant afford MacDonalds hamburgers. They eat arepa, which is the local staple carbohydrate, flat buns of maize and potatoe meal, that are normally fried. Its like fried ugali (the ever-present revered east african staple food) Anyway Nelson, big thanks to you for helping us with everything, and patience while driving us here and there.
This has been a costly adventure. Maybe Richard Branson feel like coming to our rescue.