This city is overwhelming (to me).
I felt like a little country mouse flying into big Caracas city. Me, in somebody else's white T-shirt and torn jeans, a tiny backpack and laptop bag, less than $75 U.S. in pocket. Not a clue about where I'm going from here, barely an idea of how the city is laid out.
To my right on the plane? The two chatty women with gold around their necks and wrists, shiny purses from Egypt and Panama on their laps, paging through those Air Mall or whatever they're called magazines I never actually believed anyone bought anything from. They did. Two perfumes each. Plenty more dollars than what I've seen in a single moment in months.
Here's how and why they work it, because one has lived in Venezuela for 50 years and the other grew up there and is 32: the dollar stretches a hell of a lot farther than the Bolívar, and you can get your hands on some and exchange it on the black market, you might do okay. And if you can sell some stuff, some name brands, you bought abroad (the States),then all the better.
So these ladies come back loaded with suitcases: new clothes, jewelry, perfume, a computer, shoes, etc.
"I sell it mostly to my friends," the younger woman explained to me. "That way I can make back some of the money I lost on the plane ticket."
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Back to me, the country mouse. We arrive, and immediately I feel scandalized, absolutely horrified, by the cost of everything. A cab ride to a neighborhood where I'm told there may be some hotels at? $60 U.S. Okay, that might seem reasonable for folks used to getting rides to the JFK or whatever. But in Managua I argue with drivers until they agree to take me to the airport for under $3 US. Besides, 60 bucks is practically all of my money! I breathe deep, say that's the most ridiculous price I have ever heard of in my entire life, and turn around, back into the airport.
I'll just go to the ATM, right? I'll just pull out some dollars and go from there ...
You're joking, Mouse Girl. Forget dollars, the ATM will spit out Bolívars at a harsher rate than what you can get for your bills on the street. You should have come prepared.The sweet old lady pays for my ride into the city, and once we arrive I learn most hotels are booked, even the down-and-dirty, pay-by-the-hour ones with shiny lighted words like "My secrets":
Eventually I find one for the U.S equivilant of $45 a night, which is definitely more money than I can spend in a week of pampering myself in Managua.
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At the moment, inside a fancy hotel lobby in the Altamira neighborhood. Here is what is happening, take your pick of opinions:
“The Inter American Press Association (IAPA), which existed in the 40s, was kidnapped in the 50s by North American forces and, since then, it has become a North American intelligence product”. (x)
"They claim we have a dictatorship. But they are in Caracas saying whatever they want to say. This is cynicism turned into communication. There are very powerful forces trying to prevent our union," said Chávez. (x)
The owners of the mass media of the region, who will hold soon an assembly of the Inter American Press Association ''IAPA'' in Caracas, pretend to evaluate the 'freedom of speech' in the hemisphere and ratified their rejection to the progressive governments of Bolivia, Ecuador and Venezuela, among other nation. (x)IAPA President Earl Maucker said ... “We will not only have an excellent opportunity to meet in that beautiful country to debate press freedom issues in the Americas but also to deal with other matters of importance to members of the press.” (x)
I'm still forming mine. Of course, the IAPA is funding my grant in Nicaragua. That complicates things. I'm curious about this counter meeting against media terrorism. Need to check it out.






