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Called Romey when I got back to the hotel. No-one else interested in the Hemingway Tour at the moment, so I booked a place on their Saturday day tour of Havana, which includes a guided walk around the old city (Habana Vieja) in the morning, lunch at what is purportedly the best restaurant in Cuba, and a ride in one of the iconic American 1950‘s cars in the afternoon. List price was $US99, but Romey said he’d give it to me for $US90. I have to ...
... around the old squares and along Obispo street saw people dressed in thick makeup and odd, heavy clothing standing still as statues. We'd seen this on Las Ramblas in Barcelona. Hardest thing to understand is how they don't drop from the heat. Took a 1936 Citroen taxi back to our place for a siesta. In the evening, we went to El Patio to hear traditional Cuban music. This was so interesting because it was a very intimate theatre where ...
... places; every inch of Havana steeped in a history of sacrifice so ripe, so raw and so beautiful that it made me never want to leave; every conviction so strong, every hope so tainted, every effort so honest, every conversation so meaningful, every handshake so genuine.
The past two weeks have taught me a few things - that no one can ever top what Lore and Miguelito have done for me (hah!); that the ...
... of old American cars imported before the embargo and relatively empty shelves in stores and pharmacies. There was also the very interesting mix of people in Cuba of different racial origin: Latinos, black people (i.e. offsprings from the former slaves) and white people, creating a very multicultural society. And there was the most prominent part of Cuban culture: music and dancing. Every place we went there was some live music in the evenings with people dancing to it and lots ...
... and Castro went at it. We almost got decapitated on the open top tourist bus. Rachel was serenaded by a trumpet player. (Can one be serenaded by a trumpet?) We made a failed attempt at bargaining for souvenirs and spent a rainy afternoon eating and drinking and swaying to the sounds of ever present Cuban music.
Life is good on the Forbidden Island, no matter what governments try to do.
I hope you make it there one day.