05 June 2011

If Kerouac were in Venezuela

I am on the road a lot this week. To get to our plant takes 40 minutes on the highway of nothingness from Barquisimeto. I do the journey twice a day, mostly in silence because I can't chat with the driver. Today being the weekend, I decided to see Carora, which meant whizzing through over an hour of tundra land at high speed, also in silence.  Every ten kilometres or so, you see stalls selling hammocks and what looked like pots and kitchen sinks (!). 

I had my very old point-and-shoot with me just now.  All the car windows in Venezuela are tinted black, so shotting through them confused the meter and gave this rather nice effect.

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