but we picked up some scattered information about something in venezue venezuela, mentioning an assassination plot on the vice president, but none of it had any real substance, so we weren't worried about it. and on the way into caracas, i called betty, my wife, on the radio phone. she said, boy, you want to watch out when with you get theyou ge. i said, what about? you're going to have trouble. anyway, she was right. we landed and the crowd was just screaming. we weren't sure what they were saying or anything. our translator said, mr. vice president, they're not friendly. and they had the greeting party set up like you would never do it if you knew what was going to happen because we had to walk across, from the airplane to the terminal building and through it out to the cars. well, there were balconies on both sides, lined with people who were just delighted to spit all over us. to make it worse, as we were filing along there to go through, the mband started to play the venezuelan national anthem so we stopped right under the canopy, which got us all properly spit upon from above and people