Casa Particular Gladys Cienfuegos

... Cienfuegos<br><br>On first inspection, it seemed like a nice place. Big square with a park, some nice buildings and a big picture of Che. As I had a new addiction, Mojitas were the order. We sat down, chucked a couple down, then made our way back to our casa. Along the way, we passed another Che plus some other political signs. It was interesting, but there was more to see tomorrow.<br><br>The following day, we set off back to the square to ...

... sich bald als eigenes Abenteu**, denn inmitten des Sees w**den wir von einem extrem heftigen Regen ueb**rascht, haben ab** kein**lei Regenklamotten dabei. Als es blitzt, fahren wir schnell ans Uf** und warten, dass das Gewitt** vorbeizieht. Wir sind bis auf die Haut durchnaesst und fri**en. Als wir wied** weit**fahren wollen, will d** Motor **st nicht mehr anspringen. Nach einigem Schrauben und Benzinumfuellen laesst ** sich dann ab** doch ueb ...

... sat to my left. I was served a soup that I instantly recognized as having lobster in it. It was my last meal here and I think they wanted to make something special for me and perhaps set my mind at ease about sleeping with one eye open. The effort was marvellous and I appreciated the company as I enjoyed the lobster soup. The lady had lobster and I had another plate of something that was beaten flat from an animal that although they said it was pork ...could ...

... on or touched that the place with the most diversity was using man´s waste as a catalyst - just my random thought for the day! Nay nay Horse riding that is, got some faster horses than last time to Cascada El Cubano, mostly trotting up a sealed road on the way there and over fields and a couple of river crossings on the way back. Waterfall was tiny as it´s right at the end of the dry season here but the plunge pool was mostly fun to swim and jump into.

... hesitant getting in was a great idea, especially when it was immediately obvious his female companion in the front passenger seat was visibly annoyed with him (and/or us). Our hesitation turned into alarm soon after we set off when the driver took a swig from a half empty rum bottle and passed it over to her to do likewise, and while in the exit lane as soon as we were out of the tunnel we got him to pull over and let us out.

... then having Spanish lessons before dinner. Evenings were generally spent in the Casa de la Musica - Emily dancing with every Cuban man with a pulse and David consuming beer with the locals. We will always look back at our time in Trinidad with great fondness and look forward to returning to our Cuban family. Accommodation notes Casa de Hospedaje - Maritza Hernandez Santos Contact: Abel &amp ...

... about pictures of their children you can see all around the house artisticly taken - a child of 10 usually wears strange grown-up clothes, for instance fur or miniskirt with fishnet top for girls and a cowboy outfir for boys. Strange clothin on pistures doesn't change when they grow up... Although you must be aware that miniskirt is THE SKIRT in Cuba (the shorter it is the better, even if the lady who wears it is ...

... tourists too. I ran into a couple of young Irish blokes, and after formulating our plan we set about ridding the town of all its rum. A young Canadian couple also made themselves comfortable at our table to enjoy the music, but the poor bloke was under the thumb so couldn't be considered for our boys night out. His girlfriend was a bit of alright, so was getting plenty of free Salsa lessons from the locals, and it seemed she knew what she was doing anyway ...

... looking rides (see pics on my website) and although the kids were having a ball, I found it really sad that its once a year that they get to ride on a tricycle. I chose to give Carnival a skip the next (boiling!) day, and instead walked up to a hotel swimming pool which was crammed with somehow (relatively) wealthy Cubans (something I thought didn´t exist and I´m still puzzled about where they got their money from) and their families - lots of kids, lots of rum and ...

... are lined with 1950s fibrelite "bachs", festooned with exactly the furniture that would be retired to the holiday house verandah, the cars parked in driveways with heads under the bonnets are winged, chrome detailed, muddy pastel Plymouths, Impalas and Chevvies. The men discuss engine improvements over beer from the bottle while guarding the sizzling grill, the women wear old fashioned floral sun dresses and shelter, fanning themselves, in the shade ...