Venezuela, Land of Milk, Honey and...
Yes folks I have reached that oasis of good fuel that only costs 4 cents a litre, and once more Thelma is purring away - the fuel in Brazil was not good to her.
Caracas is like Dodge City without the Sheriff, I saw an argument taking place yesterday and after noticing one of the guys (who resembled the plump sergeant from the Zorro TV series) tuck a gun into his shorts I made a hasty exit - not sure if my medical insurance covers me for getting shot - even by a stray bullet.
Ray left his bike in the Harley workshop for the day and so was a pillion passenger for several hours -the Tiff & Thelma White Knuckle Ride as it is known in various corners of the world. It was quite a learning experience for him, he has never been a passenger on a woman's bike before and he also added to his knowledge of colloquial English as I "communicated" my displeasure with some of the cars around us that were not showing sufficient respect.
Posted by tiffanycoates at June 18, 2003 01:06 AM GMT
Much of the Caracas traffic is in a permanent gridlock - an enjoyable challenge for me to weave in and out between the various vehicles- with the metal pyramid-shaped man hole covers adding to the excitement.