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Saturday, November 19, 1994
November 19, 1994
My day at the beach. It may not sound like much, but we’re actually beginning to crack the local codes. First, language code. I got to the metro, on & off at the correct stations, and two connecting buses. In other words, I made it without taking a $25 tourist cab one-way, rather total about 53¢. Naturally, it makes me the only non-local on the bus and disconcerting to the taxi people, who are generally non-local, but native. None of them was honest enough to tell me the easy way. Plus, you get there about 20 minutes faster by bus, which uses the freeway.
The money code. That’s trickier, but pay close attention to what others are paying. “Cinquenta” and “Cinco cienta” sound close (50 and 500) enough to cause grief. It helps to keep notes.
The social code. That’s one they can keep for themselves. The example here is the beach chairs and umbrellas (priced separately). You get there first and rent 3, yes 3. When the taxis of tourists show up, listen to them giggle that you paid for 3 and only sit in one. Ah, the social code. [You see] when the 30 year old Yankee male rents a chair, the local chair renter will only sit only 30 year old local women next to him. Divorced, fat, with kids, women.
There is a pecking order and you are at the bottom. It’s a separate subject, but just show me a 30 or 40 year old white male who goes on vacation to meet 30 & 40 year old women! Anyway, the renter has a deal with all his buddies. When the babes show up in string bikinis, and I mean babes, he rents them chairs next to his buddies. Unless of course, there happen to be free ones available and once you get 8 or 10 [women under your umbrella] around, you get all the others later.
Incidentally, the local drinking age is XX, and even then, you have to move fast. Which is what I do best.
[Author’s note 2019: Sorry for any censorship, but the Internet also filled the world with assholes who pay too much attention to what other people do. If I wanted to know who did what with whom, I’d become a Republican.]
[Author’s note 2021: This was one of my favorite days of all time. I updated it with a representative picture of Choroni Beach, nearest Caracas. It's a wild freeway drive out there. I have some original photos if I ever find them, Kodaks do not store well. Also, the post reads somewhat disjointedly as it is taken from calendar notes as well has hand-written pages.
What I'm saying is, when you get to the beach early, rent several chairs. Later the price goes up. And when the babes show up in string bikinis, you will have the only available place for them to get out of the brutal sun. Choose only the most beautiful ones, take your time. They will be there.
Also notice my other comment from 2019, I knew very little about politics until Trump came along and kicked their arses.]