Apart Hostal Eva y Ernesto en Santa Clara
Travel Blogs from Santa Clara
Viva la Revolution! Santa Clara
... female traveller, her multi-lingual skills added to that confidence & it never ceased to amaze & inspire us both.
One of the young guys that we met was a quiet fellow, but once asked the right questions he became great conversation. This fellow told us of his plan to get out of Cuba for good through his brother who was working in the circus in Germany. The brother had secured him a job & an invitational visa, but to get there he would have to learn German as ...
Che Town
... to de-rial a train carrying Batista's troops to help him and took them captive and then to a mirador which had a nice view of the town. After we stopped in at the cigar factory were we did a tour and it was really interesting. It was like a sweat shop. All the cigars are hand made and you were not aloud to take photos. We asked why and she said because its a ...
Ekspressturisme - uno : Varadero - Santa Clara
Kl. 19 dukket taxien opp utenfor marinaen som avtalt. Vi valgte for oevrig taxi i stedet for buss for aa komme frem litt tidligere enn bussen vanligvis gjoer.
Jeg var innom en bensinstasjon like ved for aa handle litt vaeske til turen, som jo var estimert til ca. 4 timer. Stusset litt av aa se en ung guttepjokk staa ved bilen aa vente. Det viste seg etter hvert at han var 23 aar, men i forhold til sjaafoerene vi ellers har hatt, var han bare barnet.
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Suffering Without Spanish in Santa Clara
... hours later, we discovered that the banks were operating again so we picked up some cash without any difficulty. We made our way on foot to the bus station, caught the bus to Santa Clara, and met the owner of the casa particular at the entrance to the station. (The public was not allowed in.) He spoke no English at all but indicated that we should get into a taxi with him which we did. The taxi was a 1954 Chevrolet, the ...
Che Guevara's Tomb
... of Cuban currency). With a dead pan expression she turned the coin over in her sauseage size fingers and grunted. For a moment it looked like she was about to test the integrity of the coin on her glinting gold teeth but maybe she realised that gold was softer then the coin for she just shifted one generous butt cheek on her disproportionately small stool, raised her eyebrows in acceptance and threw her thumb over her shoulder in the general direction of ...