"They call it the chicken intense" said Hitler to Chavez

Ok.. I am exhausted. So this was our route to finally arrive at the couchsurfers place Fr.: Linz -> Vienna - Sa.: Vienna -> Madrid - So.: Madrid -> Caracas - Mo: Caracas -> Marakay
The last days were awesome, with little sleep but lot of fun... Starting in Vienna, spreading the "chicken intense" all over Vienna, like a prostitute in her 20s. At that point I would like to tell you, that drunkendavid and the subway of Vienna will never be really good friends. It took me felt like 18 hours to find my way back to Joes, including several "ah-shit-I-fell-asleep-and-missed-my-station"-moments.
So after a very long night in Vienna and a not so long sleep, Bernadette and me (still drunkedavid) were on way to Maracay... Maracay?! Well not excatly, more like Madrid. In Madrid we had to wait almost 14 hours for our connection flight.. so we decided to get into the city and check out the nightlife. Somehow it felt like Vienna, because in every pub/bar we went, we ended up getting kicked out because they were closing. At 1 pm, at 2 pm, 4 pm and finally at 6 pm. At the point of getting to know a guy, who knows a guy who knew Hitler, we decided it's finally time go back to the airport.

("Hey, this guy, knows a guy, that knows a guy, who knew Hitler")

Oh and at that point I would like to tell you, that drunkebernadette drunkendavid will never be really good friends with the subway of Madrid.
Anyway, finally back at the airport, nearly oversleeping our flight (though lying on a icecold stone floor, with hundreds of people around you, you cannot really call "sleeping") we are on our way to Venezuela.
Flight was boring as usual, with little eruptions of pure rage against humanity(because X-Men Origins: Wolverine) and moments of real fear of death (because the hair of Bernadette tried to choke me several times when I fell asleep)
So after "Chicken Intense", "guy, who know a guy who knew Hitler", "killer dreads", oh and yes.. no sleep, our journey was finally about to begin.
Bernadette and me arriving at Venezuela.. first thing to do, get through the border (I do not wanna talk about it, just two words, stu and pid), then change money at the black market.. well, that was the easiest thing I probably did in my whole live. Just as you cross the "border", there is this dude coming up to, showing you the way where you can change illegaly money, directly on the airport. (Why change illegaly.. rate at the bank 1 euro -> 2,6 bolivar; black market 1 euro - 6 bolivar)
You know what, I am fucking tired.. I stop here, not reread this whole thing and just post it. I just can tell you, until now, I have only met the sweetest persons here in Venezuela and never felt any discomfort.

Minimal wage here is 170 euros, David