“To part is the lot of all mankind. The world is a scene of constant leave-taking, and the hands that grasp in cordial greeting today, are doomed ere long to unite for the the last time, when the quivering lips pronounce the word – ‘Farewell”
― R.M. Ballantyne
FEB13. Maturin, Venezuela.
Every streetlight pole on an entire strip, had these Rodonski stickers plastered to them. Poor guy lost big time.
The largest house I’ve seen in Maturin. They say that the original owner who lived there, was the owner of all of the surrounding lands, a bit like a plantation. This land is now where my compound is on.
Beautiful palm trees line the streets.
Farmatodo’s line at their pharmacy. I can’t catch a break. Venezuelans love to line up.
Typical Venezuelan snacks. Cocoselle is a chocolate wafer with a coconut creme filling. It looks like the Japanese Atom Boy on the front of the Pepito’s bag. But, it’s not. Little white cheese puffs.
It was a pitch black sky. One night from the parking lot after work.
Barely visible is the Hello Kitty decal on the car in front.
A very sunny morning on the way to work.
The green trees and the blue skies. One BIG way I’ll remember Maturin.
One of many roadside workers we pass daily.
Fruit sellers on the roadside daily.
Waiting in the rain for the compound’s security gate to open.
Man working on the roof in the rain.
There’s a Papa John’s. I haven’t been, but there it is.
a bit of a pile-up of cars on the slippery road.
House on a hill.
The rain starts and stops swiftly here, so by the time we got to the school, people were having breakfast in open air restaurants.
JAN13. Maturin, Venezuela.