Caracas is full of...	...girls with great bodies...	...who weren't too interested
Pick me!	Lets dance!	More stunningly beautiful girls

Friday night we had high hopes for a wicked night out with proper music for a change, Lazy Dog was playing at a 'secret' Caracas location for a Smirnoff promotion. We set out to the meeting point still a bit groggy from the night before when we had picked up the tickets - they came free with an expensive bottle of vodka. After queuing more than 3 hours for the car park, then to get a wristband, then for a bus to take us to the venue, then outside the venue to get in, we were finally told no more people were getting through the doors. The event was massively oversold and jammed to the rafters, reports were the music was ace but the extended queue party left a lot of pissed off people but T was happy as his oil still got changed.

Sambil shopping centre...

...a haven for dorises

Flamenco

We've been having no luck whatsoever trying to get our missing faceplate from the bastards at Ezcony in Panama. Contacting Sony has been fruitless too. We finally decided to bite the bullet and buy another one the same from Sambil. The thought of the next 3 months in the middle of nowhere with no mini discs and dubious jungle radio helped us cope with the $250 chunk out of our wallets. A trip to the legendary Sambil shopping centre is highly recommended, not only to buy stuff but just to look, not at the shops though!

Our brake master cylinder repair kit finally arrived after 2 weeks of waiting. Unfortunately it didn't fit as it was for a 90 and not a 110. By a stroke of luck the suppliers, London Exim, had the right one in stock all the time so we put that one in. They were also nice enough to refund us the shipping cost we paid for the wrong part. Maybe our luck is improving.