Hotel Moka Las Terrazas

I started my trip coming straight from a nightshift ER duty. I was relieved early by my friend and then dropped to the airport by my girlfriend. (Too bad she can't go on vacation leave yet).

I arrived Nassau and was picked up at the airport by Dennis, Cathy's friend and co-worker and now a new friend. We drove around Nassau and headed back to the airport for the 3pm departure. Everything went well until we reached the baggage ...

longue marche pour arriver de l´endroit ou le bus nous a lachés jusqu´au pueblo de Las terrazas puis on a fait du stop. buena vista de l´hôtel sur le lac et direction le rio où on s´installe dans une cabaña, puis baignade tout l´aprem, cascades et plongeons! Déjeuner à 16h, ensuite le resto ferme et ya plus rien jusqu´au lendemain matin, sinon il faut faire à pied 4-5km jusqu´à Las Terrazas. on n´avait qu´une bouteille de ron et d´eau pour faire la soirée, on a tenu!

... on s'ha canviat el gall per que no mirava prou per l'amo, o sigui, països on s'han resistit a l'imperialisme dels USA(i altres països sota la seva influència) i si han produït cops d'estat o bé una intervenció militar: -Patricio Lumumba, 1961 al Congo Belga. -Sylvanus Olimpio, 1963 a Togo. -Salvador Allende, 1973 a Xile. -1965 a Santo Domingo. -Vietnam. -1961 a Cuba, on va fracassar. -1964 al Gabón per tornar el poder a León M'Ba. -Camerún per mantenir al poder a ...

... fever to Cuba? Amazing. The museum presented a pretty heavily editted version of the revolution, but it was fascinating none-the-less. We also saw the Granma (the boat that Castro & Che used to get their small revolutionary band to Cuba), which was pretty exciting. We finally found some good food at a restaurant kiddy-corner to the Ambus Mundos hotel - it was good and cheap, with some delicious rice & ...

... be like blaming the Tories for the state of the health service), but it seemed sad that a lot of the revolutionary vigour and power was expressed on fading thirty year old murals and that the present day reality was of a tired old city that had just awoken from a decades-long sleep and was trying to take in the decay all ...

... half hour when my driver turned into a neighborhood that I would call a slum back in the U.S., but that would not be fair since it all looks the same here. As I looked around the neighborhood, there are no single-family dwellings, only multi level concrete apartment buildings. We pull up in front of #270, Calle 28 and I immediately knew I'm in for an experience. "OK, there is no backing out now" were my thoughts Alex, the son of Aleida, my host, met me ...

... no-one has successfully invaded them since. The old fort was built as a Caribbean 'swiss bank' and was regularly attacked by pirates. I wonder if 'Captain Jack' was amongst them? We learn that the change in the Russian political system in the 1990's severely affected the Cuban economy by the subsequent collapse of trade with the Soviet bloc. The 'Plaza de Armas' was an old drill square in front of the imposing governor's house and is now full of book sellers stalls. We see a ...

... In CUC ist alles sehr, sehr teuer- eben Preise für Touristen. Manchmal lohnt es sich Pesos Cubanos zu haben, da z.B. Obst und Gemüse oder auch Bücher viel günstiger zu erhalten sind- eben Preise für Kubaner. Dieses System der doppelten Währung wurde eher aus der Not geboren. Nach dem Zusammenfall des wichtigsten Handelspartners, der Sowjetunion, setzte Kuba alles auf eine Karte: den Tourismus. Um jedoch weiterhin niedrige ...

... to get us a private bus to Playa Del Carmen (bus number 3) which arrived 20 minutes later. The destruction continued for about another two hours of driving and the sheer enormity of it was mind-boggling. I was dumbstruck, which as you know doesn't happen very often, but it was amazing. I could only get a couple of pictures as we were on the bus, but it was extraordinary, words don't do it justice. Half way to Playa del carmen, our bus stopped and broke down for about ...

... but when i was dropped off there were no vacancies! squeeky bum time numero dos! the manager jabbered at me before grabbing my bag and legging it off round the corner. i followed in hot pursuit and managed to figure out he was taking me to a casa particular (a cuban persons house where you rent a room) im running out of time but long story short iv got a place to stay for a week and im just about getting the hang of the place!! more to follow, hasta luego!