Hello again! First of all I want to say thank you to all the people who have been sending messages of support. They really motivate me to continue with blogging. I have noticed that there are a LOT of people who are interested in Venezuela and in my blog!
Now… Remember that I told you a little about the issue of public transport? Well, we’ll talk about that first since it’s a subject that is crazy to imagine!
Sorry for the poor quality of the images, I could not take the photos myself because using the camera or the phone on the streets has a high risk of it being grabbed out of my hands. These are the images of the reality of public transport in Venezuela.
Like come on! That truck is supposed to carry fruits, vegetables and animals… But in Venezuela these trucks function as public transport for human beings! But if you saw the amount of people waiting at the bus stop, people jumping on trucks to be moved from point A to B sounds like a better idea. That is why people do not mind sitting in an ice cream truck or in the garbage truck in order to go home or work. For several months these type of trucks are the new public transport. I must be honest, I myself have to travel by this method as well. I have no problem having something (or someone) to grab onto to keep from falling when the truck is moving. I am very weak and thin, it always feel like im falling. But since i need to go places I have stopped worrying about these circumstances.. I kind of learned to live in these circumstances so at this moment the need to be transported is bigger than how I am being transported. There was a day where i had to wait more than two hours waiting at the bus stop.. What would you do? keep waiting? or jump on a truck?
The sun was shining all over my face, I was exhausted because I had spent all day at work and I had not eaten lunch because there was no food in my house. The money I had was not enough to buy me something decent to eat. Just when I began to feel the dizziness and low blood pressure that usually occurs in these type of situations, I passed a tetas salesman and had enough money to buy one. After eating my teta of parchita* which felt like the heaven, I felt a little better. A while later a cargo truck arrived to take some passengers to move them. I ran as fast as I could to that truck before it could move. There were so many people at the bus stop and I was desperate because not a single bus seemed to pass anytime soon. A lot of people desperately ran towards the truck and started pushing and even hitting others in order to climb and have a place. It sounds wild, but do understands that the people here LIVE desperate. I usually choose not to run, I prefer to let wild and badly educated people go first. I do not mind at all, but that day I felt so bad, so sad that I just wanted to get to my house and lie down in my bed. So I ran like a savage to get on the truck and get home.
When you are in this type of truck there are many annoying things. For example, the height, that truck is so high that you always need help to climb onto it. I always need help to climb. Once, even though they helped me up, I slid off one of the steps and trying not to fall, I accidentally stuck a wire. The amazing thing was that I did not realize I had my foot cut off until the people in the truck saw my foot and they told me I was bleeding. I remember that I was very worried because I had that open wound and from what I saw that was a truck that carried cattle. I was disgusted and upset because even a fly stood over my wound. I arrived at my house cleaning my foot and healing it for several days to avoid an infection. Here I will leave a photo of the scar that wins me for that experience.
Another annoying thing is that they have no roof and the sun hits you all over the face so you burn very fast. I have a very white skin but my face and arms are tanned thanks to the much sun that I take to go out to the street to wait for bus and to ride in those trucks of hell. Excuse me, I really hate those trucks. The price of public transportation has become accessible since the reconversion of Sovereigns to Fuertes. I think that’s the only positive thing so far. I remember there were days when I could not go to college because the cash I had was not enough to go school and go back home. And when I had classes at night, it was torture. I had to ask a friend with a car to take me to my house. There were semesters in which I had a night shift and it was great, but there were also some in which I lost many classes at night because I did not have a way to go home. You may wonder, but why did you put in a night class if you did not have transportation? Well, I am very positive and did not want to delay with my studies so I tried to go to all my classes even though I do not have a car or transportation or money for a taxi.
Taxis are very expensive, by the way. I do not know at what price they are now but I have not paid for a taxi for years.
Years ago my father had a car, when I was born he had a very nice Mitsubishi Van. I loved it. It was so spacious and I liked to jump in the back. By the time my brother was born my father sold the Van and bought a Dodge. It was a very nice car too, I remember that almost every week it took us to a restaurant and we spent some time with a very special family. But those kinds of trips stopped when my father was fired from his job. My father worked at PDVSA but… Remember the famous oil strike of 2002? Hugo Rafael Chávez Frías was the beginning of the end for Venezuela. Oh, my God, I could talk so much about that topic but I’ll better leave it for the next post. Returning to the subject, the car was badly damaged when I was 11 years old and my brother was 7 years old, since then the car has been standing in our garage for almost 8 years now. He never had enough money to repair it and had to sell it. Since then we are simple pedestrians who have learned to live on the streets.
I feel better sharing my story. Expose to the world the reality of Venezuela but at the same time voicing this frustration a lot of Venezuelans have!
Thank you all for reading!
*teta it’s like an ice cream in Venezuela, that comes inside a plastic bag, and the passion fruit is called parchita on these sides