Casa Colonial 1830
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... got my pina colada, Sharon her beer and we ordered only one pizza between us this time. The place was definitely busier than yesterday. After lunch, we scooted back home for a little rest.
We got into our bikinis and asked our host to order a cab for us. He even suggested that we pay him once we get back, as we can ask the cab driver to pick us after our swim..which sounded like a good plan. The cab driver came in an old vintage red car and took us to the ...
... return me the change nor the receipt. I guess she took the
rest 20 bucks as tips, which kind of sucked as that was Sharon's last
bit of CUC...I felt stupid as I should have known... As I've seen these
things happening in India...
The trip was way too long on the bus.. We met an Australian lady on
the bus.. She's been traveling for 4 months across the world, was in Morocco, Iran, Nepal during the earthquake and now in Cuba ...
... they all fold the pizza…. So they need less cardboard for holding. And since we had an early supper, we even had the time for a stroll along the beach.
Beach time at Playa Ancon
After some sightseeing we are ready to some refreshing cool water of the ocean, so today we drove all the way to the end at to the Hotel Playa Ancon and we got told it is the best ...
... from the mountains, the gearbox was preserved as Jose flew down the hill in 4th gear pumping the brakes until that’s all we could small and we were planning our exits from the car once it lost control. He reminded me a little of Dustin Hoffman in Rainman, as he proclaimed himself an excellent driver.
When we arrived at the Che Guevara memorial Jose told us that cameras were not allowed, when we got there without our cameras, ...
... of the group had booked excursions to horse ride and hike to a nearby waterfall, wary of my ankle still, I however decided to pass. I instead spent the morning rising a little later and heading to my salsa lesson at the Casa Cultural. My teacher was awaiting me when I arrived and after working through the basics of the Cuban dance, which was not so different from the Salsa I'd learnt in Guatemala, she then spent the next hour and a half twirling me this way ...