Orinoco Flow - the reality

Wheee what a dose of reality I got over a crackly phone connection between Venezuela and Uruguay.

I really can't go into detail as to the content. If it were me in Venezuela and someone else in Uruguay - I'd have delivered the same message from VZ to the person in URY under the circumstances.

But one associates Venezuela with (well lets forget about the pre-Hugo Chavez "por que no te callas" days) Enya - y'know, that ethereal Irish singer with way more panache than that twat Sinead O'Connor.....

So the call initiated from somewhere near the Orinoco River - nearer than I was in any case. The content had nothing to do with Enya's lyrics:
Let me sail, let me sail,
let the orinoco flow,
Let me reach, let me beach
On the shores of Tripoli.
Let me sail, let me sail,
Let me crash upon your shore,
Let me reach, let me beach
Far beyond the Yellow Sea.

From Bissau to Palau - in the shade of Avalon,
From Fiji to Tiree and the Isles of Ebony,
From Peru to Cebu hear the power of Babylon,
From Bali to Cali - far beneath the Coral Sea.

From the North to the South,
Ebudæ into Khartoum,
From the deep sea of Clouds
To the island of the moon,
Carry me on the waves
To the lands I've never been,
Carry me on the waves
To the lands I've never seen.

We can sail, we can sail...
We can steer, we can near
With Rob Dickins at the wheel,
We can sigh, say goodbye
Ross and his dependencies
We can sail, we can sail...

Um, no... for goddamn sure we had dependencies. The picture I got was rather more like this:



We live in the short term and hope for the best clearly is not the answer.

I'm sure you've no idea what you're looking at - it's the power grid diagram surrounding that oh-so-romantic Orinoco Flow (it ain't all fuckin' jungle... French Guyana and Northern Brazil have to get electric power from somewhere....) - and I was getting 765 kV worth of information.