Actually, I currently have a workmate from there, and his parents and grandparents at least are still there enduring this.
They are in the more well off class, modest professional class what ever that is.
He said they are nervous but somewhat fine, and it’s nowhere as bad.
Their piers actually still meet at the Club and play golf frequently.
They have some little underground for supplies but see the writing on the wall he’s sure.
He said they are in total denial and won’t listen to reason, to leave.
Some are slowly waking up and realizing they better get a commercial flight out eventually, or the idiots will nationialize a jet and its downhill from there.
I had experience in Central America but none in South America when I finally visited Venezuela in the mid-80s. I was in culture shock because it was such an ultra-modern country compared to Honduras, Guatemala, El Salvador, et al.
My late father used to say, “There are now more neurosurgeons in Caracas, Venezuela than there were in the whole world when I became one.”
But then Venezuela changed.