After being stopped every ten feet by two to four Venezuelan military, drilled in Spanish, and thrown in secondary for extra screening I was quite pleased to leave the Caracas airport. I land in Frankfurt and quickly make it through the five kilometer obstacle course to baggage. Arriving early I sit down and wait while the rest of the flight arrives. The carousel eventually starts up; I walk to the far side and am pleasantly surprised to see my first bag coming round the corner. I grab it, pack my duty free rum, and start zipping it up when I spot my second bag coming around. I pick it up and as I start walking away with both bags I suddenly become aware that 200 people are staring at me. The carousel continues to go around and around but not another bag is on it. I am pretty sure if I listened closely I could have learned the German for "Who the F is that?"
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