Hotel Rancho Luna Cienfuegos

... coast comes inland and floods the cemetery as well so a lot of the open tombs were filled with scungy sea water. There had been some attempt to recover some sections, but mostly it was going to ruin.<br><br>Seems like there isn't much money for restoration in Cuba, if something goes down, it stays down. Last year there were 3 hurricanes which devastated just about all provinces in Cuba. The reconstruction has been slow as they do not ...

... noch ein paar Kuba**fahrungen austauschen koennen. Int**essant**weise hat kein einzig** Pirat es je gewagt, die Schlagkraft des Forts zu testen, so dass es nie zum Einsatz kam. Zurueck in Cienfuegos bestaunen wir noch etwas das Zentrum. In eines d** Haeus** koennen wir hineingehen und von oben den Ausblick ueb** die Stadt geniessen. Man sieht eindrucksvoll den Prunk d** Bauw**ke aus Zeiten des Zuck**rohrbooms (hi** kann man sich durch die v**zi**ten ...

... to trade my Mazda for a horse and cart back home but the reality of winter puts a damper on the dream. Compared to Habana, the pollution is minimal, not to mention the plumbing. As I make my way down the mountain from the summit I encounter several groups of children making their way up with a couple of adults in each. They are wearing uniforms with scout-like neckties and I guess it is a school outing. The adults seem to be labouring a lot more than I did on the way up ...

... nature. It was getting close to supper time and today I was not asked what I wanted. Today, it is lobster whether I like it or not. Well, I was not expecting a grand daddy lobster tail that I could not finish. I took a picture and gorged myself on the crustacean. The Cubans tend to overcook the lobster and since it was grilled it had the texture pretty close to the meat they serve. That is to say a little stringy but I really appreciated the desire for my host to give me ...

... one hand and a dictionary in the other without a little table to put it on and to add to the challenge was that I was on a street with all kinds of noise in the background and really feeling sorry for the poor guy behind me who was next ....I was el ultima LOL. I figure that I it was a good thing I wasn't wearing my "beisball" cap with the Canadian flag on it so that they didn't think we are all a little stupid. Anyway I managed to make a reservation and still ...

... word of English. Apparently Trinidad has way too many casas and lots of people struggle as a result. To have the casa license there are high monthly taxes that must be paid regardless of how many guests you have so it can be difficult if the guests are going to other houses. Anyway we were very happy with everything and Trinidad is really picturesque. There's an excellent music hall, called the Casas de la Musica, where they have live samba music every night ...

... than elsewhere, the architecture was on the whole more decayed and the pace of life was conspicuously quicker. And around the Capitolio in particular, I had to fend off a succession of touts trying to lead me to cigar shops. <br> <br>Dinner was a casual and protracted affair on a restaurant terrace looking down on the Prado as dusk turned to dark, before we became startled at the time and had to race out to hail a taxi to ...

Ahhh..... Trinidad... When we arrived into Trinidad... there was... wait for this.... 60, YES that's a Six and a Zero, people waiting for the tourists to come off the bus. They were ALL trying to get people to "their" Casa. We just took our backpacks off the bus and sat down watching the commotion for 20 minutes. Once things had settled down, we sent Sarah out to scout around for a place to live. Somehow or other we decided to ...

... home, tried to open the wrong door and then knocked when realising my key didn't work. Over the course of the night/morning, Marielle (the host) kept knocking on my door to wake me up and ask if I was ok. I advised her that I would be more ok if she just let me sleep. *A "blowout" refers to one of my thongs/flip-flops/jandals losing one of its plugs due to extreme forces applied to it. Unlike in Tralee, Ireland, in this instance I suffered a right side blowout.

... Teatro Tomás Terry (built as a memorial by his sons). This was a dead waste of money (as the museums of Trinidad should have warned us). The exhibits fell into two categories: opulent things from before the revolution (haven't been repaired, maintained or dusted since the revolution); and revolutionary history. Since every town has a revolutionary museum and there are naturally a limited number of revolutionary artifacts, some of the exhibits are only ...