Curacao and Aruba

From Caracas I flew to the capital of Curacao, Willemstad. I immediately liked this colourful city and its charming people. Especially interesting was to look passing huge oil tankers on their way to the oil refinery, from a nice street bar "Iguana" at the quay. The same time you got a nice look on those island beauties walking lazily by. One day on Oct.10, "The Columbus Day", this young state celebrated their first Anniversary of independency with many speeches and loud music.
One early morning I was on my way to Oranjestad on Aruba to meet my diving son Tomas and his three friends, who were just arriving there from their diving adventures from Bonaire. At midnight I was back in Curacao,in my beautiful 18th century style hotel village "Kura Hulanda" which means Dutch Garden. My time in Willemstad and elsewhere on the island were mainly sunny and relaxing and I did enjoy these two weeks mostly very much.

Flying to Caracas, Venezuela

On Oct.4 I was heading with Lufthansa to Caracas. I like to mention this company because its overwhelming higher level in everything compared with the famous French air carrier company I flew with to Havanna last January.
I had been in Caracas once before, year 1975. I remembered it as a blooming city with lots of fun. Now it was mainly boring city with all kind of restricting regulations. People did not smile, even those beautiful girls looked too serious and less sexy than before. And when leaving after a couple of days for Willemstad, Curacao, you had to pay just taxes worth of about USD 75.
The positive happening was at the Frankfurt airport in a wine bar, where I met a charming lady from Dallas, who almost promised to visit me some day in Helsinki.