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.
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