Adicora, the quiet beachtown in Venezuela (slash Cuba), is a village filled with pastel-colored houses. Most of them are empty vacation-houses, but the few of them that are occupied, are the homes of the sweetest most hospitable Venezuelans. The next president-to-be (?) of “Europe”, the trash-guy, a lovely German couple. And the surfing twin; A german who was part of founding the surfsport back in the days.
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Hugo Chavez, with his anti-globalization stand and romantically socialist vision for Latin America, speaks on the telly an hour a day. Sometimes ten, if he feels like it. Most of the locals we’ve gotten to know here are against Chavez. And the few ones who do like him and watch his hourly propaganda everyday, are still against his regime…
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It is 3:30. Dead black. We’re in the Colombian desert. I count the incredible number of 22 Indians, a baby, us and a Sierra-Nevada-luggage-mountain on the roof.
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