Thursday, December 4, 2008

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Back in Venezuela

in the Bolivarian Republic of Venezuela. On 30 I embarked on my journey to the airport luggage, taxes so heavy that I could not buy many gifts for my friends, in addition to overweight and I got to pay extra bag> \u0026lt;, thankfully my homestay family gave me the tail to the airport because it saw me giving birth with the suitcases on the subway. After registering

luggage went straight to my door but pal from boarding area stopped me pa review valises, that crabs, as had many electronic devices began to check everything, even a test csi type smell with a little machine made, will be to see if it was carrying drugs or that I @ @. Then I had to wait another hour for the flight because it was raining and freeze the track, which was thawing. And then on the plane there were no problems, I got distracted looking at some new series and saw Dark Knight (best movie of the year). The flight made their regulations and 5 hours back from Venezuela, I was barely getting on my land because land just walked straight to a queue> \u0026lt;.

There was like 40 minutes in line at customs, no problem. The PEO was then with the suitcases, which in the dirty airport may not have many carts you ride your suitcase, if not you have to hunt and fight for them, so another half hour looking for a cart and after that feat since I got out, thankfully not grab me because otherwise I SENIAT fucked.

Once outside I was waiting for my brother and my cousin who is from La Guaira, that day I go where my uncles and Monday walking with my brother in Caracas who was an ex-girlfriend who happens to him Toronto had also arrived a few days. At least I got my good cachapa with cheese, in addition to stealing a few pieces of grilled tenderloin of my brother.

last Tuesday I went out back to Puerto Ordaz, back in the car with my brother. We gave him some time, we left Caracas at 11:30 am and arrived here at 7pm, where I met my family. Sure, I walked more focused on the grid waiting for me with my parents to guasacaca, my salad, and my banana cake, what a delight. And that is my story as I return to my homeland.

PD: Definitely prefer the heat to the cold ^ ^