Casa Humberto
Travel Blogs from Havana
A morning jog
... the gate to the roof-top apartments. I mumble a few words to her in Spanish (lately it’s been “shut up”, or “damn dog”. I’m still a little moody). Then I enter my flat and forget to stretch.
The heavy “vehicle on my chest” crashed with the other cars swerving to avoid my imaginary balls and chains as they all flew off me, causing chaos, panic and disorder. My work here is done!
Sometimes I manage to push through.
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Ten days in Cuba, February, 2012
... to look after the car while we walked. Artists may draw your picture while you have your coffee; they try to make the most of a tourist that
stopped by without being obtrusive or rude.
I am going to spend less time describing Varadero, just picture a big resort on a peninsula, (Cancun comes to mind), with hundreds of “all inclusive hotels" and miles of ...
Viva Cuba Libre!
... town of Guantanamo has no other real connection with the U.S. military base and infamous illegal prison of the same name. These two Guantanamo's exist in two completely separate universes. The Cuban town of Guantanamo is a sleepy provincial capitol with a university and a rich folkloric music and dance tradition. Changui music (see photos and videos with captions below) comes from the region and there is a museum in town dedicated to it as well as several ...
Bicycle diaries - part one
... scent of tobacco, diesel, and farms, and the cheerful greetings from the locals, with whom I sometimes stopped to exchange a few words with.
I wanted to stop many times to just take it all in, but I had many kilometers to cover and no time to spare, so most photos were shot as I was cycling, looking out for pot-holes and holding on with one hand I snapped away hoping to catch what I aimed for.
The road was mostly smooth but I did encounter some pretty rough ...
Cuba (the country of no hay)
... was cloudy both days we were there! Luckily on our first night staying at Sitio La guira, a small ranch type place with cabins that turned out to be miles from anywhere, a Mexican (Jorge) and a Spaniard (Jamie) arrived for dinner. After I laughed hysterically at one of their jokes we got chatting and it turned out that Jorge and I had worked with the same people. This led to him offering to pick us up in the morning and take us around the island as we had no mode of ...
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Amenities
- Restaurant
- Room service
- Fitness/Health center
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Kitchenette