Chapter 71

We cross the trail in a rather discreet car, which, in addition, is going quite well. Chuleta says that, for a Venezuelan, he is behaving himself. The first stop is in Cúcuta, we need to sleep and take a shower.

In that car, we are four men who smell of death.

It’s pretty nasty, but we joke about it.

A hotel would attract too much attention, so we’d better go to a brothel. Besides, this way, the guys can relax a bit if they want to. Who knows when was the last time they were with a female? As I walk in, I am surprised to see how beautiful the women are. The place is old-fashioned, but the girls don’t reflect it. Cold beer on the bar, shots of whiskey, and something to eat. There is much to celebrate.

We are in Colombia, with all the police in southwestern Venezuela looking for us. The good thing is that he doesn’t know how many of us are out, and I guess his top priority is me. We spent most of what we had left of our vaccinations, but we got the hottest and