The bus broke down about three hours in but the driver managed to sort the problem out and we got going again. It wasn't until about two hours from the end of the trip at about 17.00 that I found out the bloke was bull shitting, that the bus wasn't heading at all, far from, it was going to a place a called Valencia. I got off there and tried my hardest to get a way to Caracas as quick as I could, I had a flight to catch. No such luck, I didn't arrive at the bus terminal in Caracas until around 22.00pm a bit too late to get my 19.30 flight. By this point I have only eaten three empanadas in two days or travelling. I was hungry, angry and stressed, plus I now had to have another night roughing it till I can catch the first flight out to Trinidad in the morning. I had myself some fried chicken for dinner, booked my flights then had some more bloody problems at the checkout for it, it didn't accept my cards, then I got passed the number of attempts and it referred me to customer services. I just hope it all works out well and I can get on that flight tomorrow morning, problem free. It is true what they say about Venezuela, it isn't set up for tourism at all, its a very inconvenient country and especially bad when you don't speak Spanish.