Orinoco Delta, Venezuela
Arrived into Caracas airport several hours late. Took heed of the Lonely Planet which and warned about being approached by men in official looking uniforms asking to see you passport, money, tickets etc. Sure enough, while I was still in Customs (the bare-faced cheek of it!), 3 guys came to me separately and asked me for my passport, how many dollars I was carrying etc. I feigned ignorance (you can do that quite well when you're blonde!) and just kept walking. Go...