I know that traveling is a pleasure, but sometimes for me it is not ... I can not hide that I am a hyperkinetic traumatized and a compulsive perfectionist I have to plan and organize well in advance, buying tickets, making bags, book hotel, square meals, cash and alternative payment systems, just in case I stolen or cloned card (both fashion anywhere in the country) Phew! ! And remember it only stresses me. I always go with Plan A and Plan B. Mystic, warm and calculating. I went to a seminar in Caracas, had a thousand plans separate meetings with friends and business dinners were never. Indeed, virtually all backfired me ... Thursday 4:45 a.m., I rose from my bed to keep the flight leaving at 7:30 am. Again I checked the suitcase he had inspected the previous day over four times. Everything in order. I left home and arrived at the airport at 6.00 am, was the first in line to check in luggage. At the time of waiting I began to remember ... why I went with Johanna in his truck? Why did not I went by bus with the whole group? Why can not I go by taxi as well said my parent?. Bah! I'm here, comfortable travel, arrive in half an hour and I go shopping ... 7:00 the official voice said something I never understood, typically mean something and half listening: Gentlemen passengers who purchased tickets to zziizziiizz bound zzuzuzuzuzzz please go to the door zzzzzzeeezeeezzz. I understood nothing, and went to the cabin, but the chick (who speaks pa `inside) never repeated. I ran in vain, was another airline. At 9:00 am. He was already altered. I see movement of shipping, ask me for my ticket, then I go, I settle into my seat, next to a man touched me very popular and Creole, with some pretty sweaty and stink "pacusiano" talked like a grumpy smurf told me three things and I did not understand anything, I tried to smile the best possible diplomacy, trying to support its peculiar aroma. Beautiful hostesses began with a wasp waist tongonearse masterfully. They are a perverse! with his bow and picked up face hypocrite do drool the most scrupulous of the passengers. The fetid obese was fort, with its tongue hanging out, seeing the rear one that explained the story of the life jackets and masks. Suddenly, talk captain of the aircraft: We apologize but the unit can not take off by faults on the board ... my neighbor (the fat could) said in his vulgar language: "Nojoda, this sh ... no good, give me an ibuprofen I have a fiebrón is killing me and give me food that I have hunger. " Jejejejeje not know what happened but requested more than Perolitos and blanching can. I flew the seat to avoid death penalty, but just like all the world looked askance at me because they thought I was with him. Back to the waiting room. A dude who looks of half-crazed college lay down on the chairs, as usual. The rest were enraged. I called the press to shock and seek a quick fix. There was no response from the airline. Each time a representative came face gullible to say, "we do not know anything, to expect, and resolve." An elderly woman with an air influential, well-dressed, lips made up a frenzy senile, bathed in the smell of channel and Louis Vuitton bag, took his cell Iphone (much pa `that Dona) and told the employee (in tone untamed) "What happened to my son," immediately escorted her out of the place. Who would? I was doubt. Meanwhile, I took off my jacket, sweater and stood in Fanel and jeans. The heat came over me, despair and I had owned for some time. It took two hours, talked to all my neighbors, I spoke as they left and came another, they went and settled another, until well came at 12.45 pm and that famine was not normal, and I cracked casings in tone C minor. Until suddenly one employee said: Ok, we can make a line to enter. We all ran in the style of a queue of Mercal (said of the popular food distributors officials) and missed the estilacho pushing us to address. Once inside, I closed eyes, breathed and within the blink of an eye, he was in MaiquetÃa. Despite all that, my luck began ... at times I had to talk to the dude who looked like college who slept on chairs and was well buddy. I gave her taxi saving me no more and no less than 170 BSF. Even in 2008 there are many good and selfless, wow! This trance not wish it on anyone, much less if you pay a service with the belief that you are traveling as an executive and you end up being treated worse than a beggar. At least I tried to get connect with the air of the city, wash my face and forget the episode. So much so I went to seminary, I met the whole team and we Fresh as a lettuce portrayed, although I take the procession inside. Next time do not organize anything and improvised trip, for sure ... I will better
"The man has failed to organize a world for itself and is a stranger in the world he has created." Alexis Carrel (1873-1944) French biologist and physician. 
