Casa Suzana Havana

The bus back to Habana took 6.5 hours. We had lunch before we started out but were hungry again pretty soon. The bus stopped at a roadside cafe at aroud 7pm. The only food they had was the ubiquitous bocaditos. I had a cheese one, Rachy and cheese and ham. They didn't even have any ice creams left in their fridge! We had 2 each because we were so hungry.

We caught a taxi from the bus terminal to an address that the casa owner in ...

... ikke om jeg har sagt det, men Cuba er dyrt! Det vil si.. man faar lite igjen for pengene. Man faar mindre mat paa tallerkenen i forhold til pengene, daarlige hostell koster like mye som bra hosteller andre steder. 1 convertible pesos er ca 7.1 NOK, omtrent 1 dollar. Men Cubanerne selv bruker ikke Convertible pesos, men vanlige pesos, som er verdt 25 ganger mindre enn Convertible pesos :) Komplisert. Feks, paa et museum betaler turister 5 ...

... tot de LP niet erg bijzonder vond. Op de Malecon wordt ik nog aangesproken door twee Cubaanse chica's die wel interesse hebben in een in hun ogen rijke toerist. Ondanks het feit dat ze er niet onaantrekkelijk uitzien het aanbod vriendelijk afgewimpeld. Op de terugweg nog bij de bekende ijssalon Coppelia langsgelopen voor een ijsje dat niet bijzonder smaakt. Morgen vertrek ik om 7:00 am per bus naar Cienfuegos

... USA i tots els seus corrals allegats. I si ho fan, és per que volen apoderar-se del galliner, no per que volen lo millor per al galliner, i sabent que sense menjar, doncs les gallines s'alçaran contra el gall i es vendran a l'amo que els doni pinso. En tots els països que ha intervingut, la història és la mateixa: Han engreixat al gall(fent creure que engreixaven el galliner), s'ha endut els ous i les gallines estan primetes primetes, just en el punt mínim com per a produir ...

... that the Cubans cared much for the revolution - actually, I never got the sense that the Cubans cared much about anything really, other than music. We had heard a lot about how friendly the Cubans were; to us they seemed fairly disinterested in tourists/visitors. Perhaps the novelty has worn off. We visited the museum of the ...

... they would politely look away, except that is, one teenage girl, she couldn't help herself, she was locked in, and her gaze fixed. My guess is that most of the tourists visiting Cuba stay on the coast in posh hotels, and choose not to eat at inner city paladares, so I apparently stuck out, looking like an American movie star, or maybe it was the lobster red tint to my pasty white skin. Our table was finally ready and we were led down a long hall over ...

... where large numbers of people are gathered and we find out later that with each group, there is an 'official' who has the authority to stop any vehicle and load it with the waiting crowds. This seems a good, practical, socialist answer to 'car sharing'! After an hour and a half we are in a very hilly region of the 'county' of 'Pinar del Rio', where we are heading for the 'Sierra del Rosario' district and 'Las Terrazas'. In the 1800's French refugees, from a Haiti uprising, came to ...

Time to get back to Habana, sharing the ride with Julia and Tatiana. After the usual discussions with potential drivers, we headed off on the highway. Of course on the way back our driver took us to a tourist shop-restaurant. Well anyway we needed to pee, and Tatiana bought a Spanish version of the Cuban constitution, that her father had been looking for! On the highway there were horsecarts, naturally. A kind of bid truck, converted into a mean of public transportation ...

... the windows every five seconds because of the petrol smell, while alternatively trying to close the windows to stop us and him getting soaked by the rainstorm (yes, this includes leaning over to wind up and down the passenger window). He was even trying to pull his window up with both hands while driving, with liberal use of the horn and lots of swerving and hard braking in the little old car with no suspension... After arriving (we are staying at the lovely Sevilla ...

... Thai tuk-tuk) like they had done but, convinced I had the time, I set off on foot up the Prado enjoying the sunshine of the already warm morning.

Just past the Capitolio I turned right, and kept going towards Avenida Salvador Allende. I was enjoying seeing a different part of the city, especially as I was not hassled by any touts, though I was a little unsure of the area’s colonial influences – the names of the destinations indicated on the front of the ultra ...