Havana Bed and Breakfasts - Reviews and Rates

Landing in Havana on July 2nd, aboard Air Canada 970 (direct flight from Toronto), I was excited at the thought of arriving somewhere I'd never been before. There's always a bit of trepidation when visiting a new country, but it's the kind of trepidation I absolutely love: a mix of happy excitement, adrenaline rush, and overall joy at the though...

Three flights later Paco and Conchita arrive in Cuba. Havana airport at 11pm is not exactly humming, so we bought some ¨convertible pesos¨and grabbed a taxi. Leaving the airport we encountered ou first 50's american cars...awesome! Driving in Cuba is a mix of Russian Lada's, American classics held together coathangers, and now modern asian manuf...

12 October 2008 - Sunday

Arriving in Havana, we were offered the Viazul taxi to take us to Havana for CUC2 each. Finally someone not tryin to rip us off.

After dropping our bags off with Mercedes we decided to stroll down Obispo in search of dinner. We found so much of Havana that we'd previously missed. This included La Bodeguita...

Cuba is not quite what we expected. We flew into Havana around lunchtime and took a taxi from the airport to our casa particular in Old Havana. Casa Particulars are common in Cuba and it is where you stay in someone´s house rather than a hotel. Old Havana Old Havana is one of the most different places I have seen. Cars from the 50´s line the str...

The Malecon calls to me. I spend the early morning (pushing Lucy in the stroller) and late afternoon walking miles along the waterfront, drinking rum with university students who are diving off the rocks, chatting with patient fishermen who catch nothing. The ocean at Havana is a fickle and transient thing, conspiring with the sky above to creat...

* see pics on... www.rubyfunk.shutterfly.com I went back to Havana a day later - the last day of carnival was clogged with the dregs of the party that had been - smelly and soggy and no reason to stay longer! I decided to take the plunge and spend the small wad of cash required to go and see the Caberet Parisienne (the Tropicana was just ridicul...