Hittin the streets of Venezuela

So this morning I woke up not too thrilled to still be here in Venezuela without a fight today. I fought 4x's within the past 11days and 3w-1. The coaches gave me some good spills and I embraced every word. I cant blame the judges, nor complain about the decision because it will not change. So I will. After breakfast, A lot of the fighters and coaches went out shopping. We got escorted by our translaters and the police. It was fun walking the streets a little and seeing this other lifestyle. One thing I bought that I really like is perfume that they made from scatch right there infront of me..WOwww!!! On the way back to the hotel I asked the cop, mainly with arm movement, Can I ride back on his motorcycle with him.? He said YES :)..This was the most dangerous, spontaneous thing ive done on these trips. ON the cop bike, gripping on while hes weaving around traffic, stopping people with sirens, the wind is ripping at my eyelids as im peeking trying to see...FUN. That made my day. Now time to go watch these fights then head home.