I awoke wishing that I hadn’t drunk so much beer the previous night. I walked to the city centre and posted some cards before taking the 504 bus to the Venezuelan Consulate. Here I waited for three and a half hours to no avail. Luckily there was a Canadian there who I chatted to in order to pass the time in the map filled waiting room.
I took a bus to KLM Office at 335 Avenida Japurá where I got my ticket changed for a flight on 21st June 1988 from Caracas to London Heathrow Airport. I then went to the British Consulate at “Wilson Sons Shipping Agency”. The Consul was doing his best to help me but I would have to return on Monday for an official letter or for a new passport to be ordered.
On my way back I met Mike in a souvenir shop. We found a place to change travellers cheques at 230 Cruzados per $US dollar. This was W. Ayoub at Avenida 7 de Setembro 711, an office up some stairs at the back of a narrow jewellery shop.
Vendors tried to sell us digital watches, contraceptive condoms and perfume as we walked through the pedestrian streets back to the Hotel Rio Branco. We picked up some mineral water and did some washing (laundry) before laying down to relax. We both dropped off to sleep and by the time we awoke and got ready to go out it was gone 21:00 hrs.
We went to the Chinese Restaurant “China” at 1127 Avenida Getúlio Vargas. The bars en route were doing a roaring Friday night trade. We started eating as the last diners were just paying up and leaving.
We ploughed into a huge bowl of egg soup. When Mike tried to order some rice the waitress misunderstood and thought that we wanted to take the rest away. Thus, she transferred our main course into a foil take-away tray.
Thoroughly full we walked back to our hotel, stopping for a Coca Cola in the bar on the corner.
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