Tourism tends to corrupt, and a positive mention in Lonely Planet corrupts absolutely. I guess that’s how Lord Acton may have put it if he’d ever seen what
On April 3, over ten thousand supporters of Venezuelan presidential candidate Nicolas Maduro rallied when he visited Merida.
Every time I go shopping here, something weird happens. Usually I blame my lousy Spanish, but today fault lies with my trolley. To be honest, I was lucky to even get one.
In the shadow of Venezuela’s highest peak, Merida is surrounded by some seriously world class hikes. The city itself sits at 1,600 metres above sea level, though the
A few hours ago, a friend of mine who writes for a left-wing news outlet here in Venezuela received the following email from BBC Radio: On Wed, Mar 6, 2013 at 3:30 AM, ******
Some of my fondest travel memories involve cheap street-side eats of questionable hygiene. Though I’ve had my fare share of streetfood, there’s always so much
Once in Venezuela, I made a scene while buying alcohol. It was a Friday afternoon; the last chance for Venezuelans to stock up before elections. With a long weekend of
Once in Caracas, Venezuela, I was drinking lemonade and waiting for a comrade outside a government building. Caracas is far from the dirtiest city I’ve ever been to,