The Tourist Swamps

This post is brought to you live from the tourist swamps of Northern Venezuela, where the local time is daytime and the local temperature is something approaching the surface of Venus. Nothing to report so far except the unsatisfactory length of the local cigarettes. Jet lag resulted in vicious marital argument during which a glass ashtray may inadvertently have been smashed. Now contemplating going to Brazil. They have longer cigarettes there, apparently. Bring it on!