‘A slow-motion catastrophe’: on the road in Venezuela, 20 years after Chávez’s rise
The latrines at Simón Bolívar international airport in Caracas overflow with urine; the taps are bone dry. In the departures hall, weeping passengers prepare for exile, unsure when they will return.
At customs, a sticker on one x-ray machine warns: “Here you don’t speak badly about Chávez!”
But even before stepping outside the terminal it is obvious his Bolivarian revolution, like the airport’s immobile escalators, has ground to a halt.