Lincoln Havana

... the host country into servants when the visitors are much wealthier. The worst is the way cruise ships will parachute a few thousand geriatrics onto some island for an afternoon so that the inhabitants can do a bit of tribal dancing or peddle their trinkets for some spare change. But if its going to save those five hundred year old streets, squares and buildings then i guess its a necessary evil.  What will happen when Americans are allowed in? Thats the question ...

... naar overwinning). Hierna doorgelopen naar het Necropolis Colon. Deze begraafplaats is met zijn oppervlak van 55 hectare en bijna twee miljoen graven (evenveel als het aantal inwoners van Havana) een van de grootste ter wereld. Via het Plaza Revolution weer teruggelopen naar de casa voor een korte rustpauze en een sanitaire stop. Richting het centrum gelopen om wat geld op te nemen aangezien dit langzaam begint op te raken. Na enige ...

... de Los Van Van (bon OK je suis parti apres la premiere partie mais bon). Et oui, c'est aussi ça Cuba. Ou les soirees Habana Style ou tu fais confiance a ton pote cubain et tu le laisses t'entrainer dans des aventures de ouf, ou la phrase "tranquillo, yo controllo" prend tellement tout son sens... Enfin, pour de la musique a peine moins bonne et le sentiment de pas etre en prison, je recommande Porto Rico. Viva la Revolucion. Et Fidel, va te faire mettre. Miguel

... the fridge, I'm relieved to find it full of Bucanero! It appears that Cubans lack many things, but rum and beer in cans adorned with pirates are not two of them. Katuska informs me that dinner will be served at 7:30 PM. Dinner of chicken, rice, fruit, salad, pineapple juice and coffee is served to me on a patio table under the twinkling stars of Trinidad, Cuba, outside the backdoor of her home. The food is good. As I eat, I am facing the open ...

... behind the fortress at the landing pier of 'Casa Blanca'. I figured in this setting the 'African Queen' would not have been out of place! Disembarking through an equally rickety small shed, we cross a tramway, where the connections to the power cables are switched by a long piece of wood hanging from a power pole. Up some steps, where a few kids are playing baseball in a concrete square and we take the long and twisty road uphill towards the fortress, with an ever increasing vista ...

... etc... They also developped de-coordination of shoulders with hips, shoulders with arms, and shoulders or arms between them... It was not that catastrophic, I guess I can do it, but it is bloody hard, I did not feel like laughing and enjoying myself at all during that effort. After the class, beeing ill and tired, I stayed in my room, reading and snoozing. And then out to check out the stores. On the one hand, there are much more things than I expected. The ...

... ao hotel e saímos de novo. Na feirinha ao lado do hotel, compramos duas caixas pra colocar os charutos. Voltamos e pegamos 10minutos de piscina. Agora, ao hotel Nacional, mas no cominho paramos para tomar um sorvete na famosa (?) sorveteria copollia. No Nacional, show do Buena Vista Social Club. Show para turista mesmo, mas aqui, somos turistas, então entramos na onda. Tiramos até foto ...

... caricatures of Ronald Reagan, George Bush Senior and Fulgencio Batista were placed side-by-side on a wall entitled “Corner of the Cretins” with wording addressed to each in Spanish, English and French to the effect of “Thankyou, cretin, for making our revolution stronger.” For mine, while the various roadside propaganda posters we saw throughout the country contained a degree of wit and artistic merit, this exhibit was nothing but tacky ...