SANTA ANA DE CORO: SATURDAY, DECEMBER 2
Two guards sit on the steps to the Museum of Art. I am late. The museum is closed. The guards shift their backsides so I can mount the steps. The doors are open. One of the guards says, "Take your time..."
I don't ride at night. I take a cab to a Chinese restaurant. The cab driver is from Caracas. Violence made him flee the capital. He claims that Coro is a Paradise.
Maybe...However, shrimp at the Chinese restaurant are a disappointment.
I watch Chavez on TV in my mini suite at the Intercaribe. Chavez has been on all five channels for the past hour. He is attacking Western (US) media of monopoly dictatorship and broadcasting nothing but lies and propaganda. He names CNN as a major culprit.
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Wednesday, January 09, 2008
POOL-SIDE CORO
SANTA ANA DE CORO: SATURDAY, DECEMBER 2
Chavez has announced on TV that he expects to be President in 2050. His ex-Minister of Defence has described the referendum as an attempted coup d'etat. I sit at a pool-side table and sip cold beer.
Why must the music be so loud?
Anti-thought this eve of the referendum?
Anti-thought every day?
Why think?
What is there to think about?
Venezuelans are similar to Argentinians in their attitude to life: The crash is inevitable. Dance and laugh till it hits?
A pretty young woman wears a pink T shirt on which she has written: I WILL LOVE YOU FOR ALL MY LIFE.
I ask if this is true. She says it will be true - though she hasn't found the man yet.
A voluptuous black late-teens wears black net over an almost non-existent black bikini.
A young man swings a rosary as if it were worry beads. The beads are pearl glass. His T shirt bears two dice and the slogan: YOU CANT PLAY THE PLAYER.
No one tells the kids to collect crisp packets and sweet wrappers and soda bottles they strew at the pool side or in the pool.
I finish my beer, dress and seek shelter in the 16th century...
Chavez has announced on TV that he expects to be President in 2050. His ex-Minister of Defence has described the referendum as an attempted coup d'etat. I sit at a pool-side table and sip cold beer.
Why must the music be so loud?
Anti-thought this eve of the referendum?
Anti-thought every day?
Why think?
What is there to think about?
Venezuelans are similar to Argentinians in their attitude to life: The crash is inevitable. Dance and laugh till it hits?
A pretty young woman wears a pink T shirt on which she has written: I WILL LOVE YOU FOR ALL MY LIFE.
I ask if this is true. She says it will be true - though she hasn't found the man yet.
A voluptuous black late-teens wears black net over an almost non-existent black bikini.
A young man swings a rosary as if it were worry beads. The beads are pearl glass. His T shirt bears two dice and the slogan: YOU CANT PLAY THE PLAYER.
No one tells the kids to collect crisp packets and sweet wrappers and soda bottles they strew at the pool side or in the pool.
I finish my beer, dress and seek shelter in the 16th century...
WAITING OUT THE REFERENDUM
SANTA ANA DE CORO: SATURDAY, DECEMBER 2
Chavez supporters will be empowered by a Yes vote in the referendum. Big city riots are forecast. I want to witness the referendum. I want to witness the referendum from somewhere safe. Coro fits the bill. The Hotel Intercaribe is at the entrance to the historic district. It has a pool. Back a few years it was the smartest hostelry in Coro. The hotel is near empty. I ask for a room and am shown a damp poky cupboard. A second room has two narrow single beds. The third room has a double bed; it also has an air conditioner that could provide the sound track for a war movie. Finally I am shown a mini suite. The suite is great (though the carpet needs changing). I negotiate the room rate for three nights down to the price of a single. I park and unload and head for the pool.
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