Crackass

So after killing 12 hours at Madrid's wonderful airport and then a further 10 hours on the aeroplane I have now arrived in the capital of Hugo Chavez's Venezuelan empire, Caracas. Getting into the country went all too well seeing as I was prepared for hell having been told by several books, people and embassies that the way into Venezuela could be a treterous one... it was not. The passport control here was one of the most lax I've ever seen, it's harder to get onto the Stockholm subway without a ticket than into this country without proper documents. So anyway at the airport the struggle starts, taxi-touts pulling you one way police officers the other, everybody wanting your green Benjamin Franklin dollars. They have great value to the population here as their own currency fluctuates so much and therefor has no real value. The rate offered by the banks is 2 Bolivar Fuertes for 1 US$, but after I haggled a bit with one of the touts I managed to get 5 Bolivars per US dollar. Then I opted not to take the expensive taxi into town but found two wonderful women who took me under their wings to guide me safely through the bustrip into the capital. As soon as I found a cheap hostel room I took it, jumped in the shower and then crashed straight into bed, getting some much needed sleep after the past few days schedule. This morning I awoke early to see what my neighbourhood of Sabana Grande had to offer, turns out not very much seeing as it was Sunday morning, but I walked around for a bit grabbing some quick bites where I could find them and now found an open Internet café. The plan for the upcoming weeks is not quite decided, I want to get into beach-mode pretty soon and also want to see the worlds highest waterfall which is located in this country, but more about that when it actually happens.