Casa Miramar Havana
Calle 30, No. 3502 Havana, Cuba
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Daylight robbery and night-time creativity
... at least with age my heart speaks louder and clearer (on some days with the comforting voice of Morgan Freeman and a soft southern drawl telling me to get up to some mighty good mischief ).
So I’m ending this entry with a quote by Paulo Cohelo that speaks right to my heart:
“Si piensas que la aventura es peligrosa, prueba la rutina. Es mortal.”
(“If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine. It is ...
Arrival in Havana
... be one of those words that translates into any language. You get used to the multitudes of taxi offers in a day, though, and eventually can ignore their slightly pressing offer with a smile and a shake of the head. Learning to take it all in stride, dad soon became used to the "stressful" questions everywhere you go.
Over the span of the afternoon and the following day we saw a bit more of the city, notably some more of the malecon, a ...
Club Havana drinks are nearly free
... to many more and us missing our plane. But we manage to limit our consumption by only buying a limited amount and heading to bed early. But we can’t sleep. We’ve been up til at least 4 every morning. Our sleep patterns have changed. The only bit of sleep I get is interrupted by me talking in my sleep about going to the airport in the middle of the night. James and Matt agree and ask me if I’m ready. Of course I am. I’m born ready, so I say yes. And fall into a deeper ...
La Isla Bonita
... on the packed buses and in two Cuban taxi's. One was an old Chevrolet converted to run on a diesel truck engine (diesel is way cheaper than petrol in Cuba) and another was a Jeep with benches running longitudinally along it's covered cargo bed. Looking out the back of that Jeep at the parade of old America cars trailing behind us along the rain-soaked streets of Havana will be another image that stays with me for life (I hope).
One day I got the ferry over the harbour ...
Cuba (the country of no hay)
... much to the amusement of the locals) we ended up at what could be described as a Cuban rave on somebody´s roof terrace. Easy to find...just follow the music. On the way back we found some live music just not of the Cuban variety. Apparently the locals had been waiting two years to hear this Canadian band play so we stopped off and listened for a while. It was actually really cool and free to get in. We could also sing along to the songs as well.
The next day we ...


