Lincoln Havana

... bandaged back, third eye blind, etc. Pragmatic women are not to be outdone. They'll follow you back to your hotel and THEN approach you, as if proximity implies acceptance. After a quick inconclusive chat in the Paseo del Prado, one even snuck through the door of my apartment complex while I was holding it for a key-less elderly lady. They're quick, and stubbornly persistent. And oh yeah, Cuba's got a long hard road ahead. They're good people ...

... of January 23 after a short flight from Cancun, Mexico.















Our first priority was to find a place to sleep and when in Havana that place is a casa particular - a private room in someone's house. We caught a cab from the airport to Habana Veija (the old town) and began scouting the area. The first one we tried was full but they put us in touch with another one ...

... from right outside. We soon realised, having caught the bus, that we could've saved so much time that day had we bought ourselves tickets earlier on in the day. The bus went everywhere we'd walked that day. And not only that, it's pretty much a hop on, hop off bus and your ticket lasts the entire day. Anyways, at least the bus showed us a few markets and restaurants that we hadn't stumbled upon that day. It gave us a few ideas for the next time we would be in Havana.

We left early in the morning on board a twin propelled plane to head over to the main land for our day trip in Historic Havana. We met our guide at the airport and jumped on a nice A/C bus and went into the town. We stopped at all the historic sights including Revolution ...

... time we mentioned germany. I thought the swiss were suppose to be nice and open minded! We then headed to la cueva, a huge cave turned into a night club. the music was kinda wierd, from reaggaton, to hip hop to love ballards?! Too many sleazy guys for my liking, palmed a couple off to kate, but needed more backup! hehe Day6....Went on a trip to torres del collantes....mountain ranges, waterfalls and swimming holes. I thought it'd be a easy 2 hour stroll. It ...

... it started raining so we hid under verandas and walked up the main drag to see where to get the bus tomorrow and to look for this pizzaria our lady had recommended to us (but still couldnīt find it). It was still raining so gave up on sun and beach and picked up another bottle (only 750 mls this time) and a couple of Cristals (beers) and headed back to the terrace. M made the remark it was 3 and we lots of time to kill till dinner so I ...

... started as you will find out soon. She invited me to a local coffee shop where she treated me to peso (state subsidised) cafe cubano, and we spoke some more. I canīt actually remember what we talked about now, but it cannot have been that profound as I donīt think my Spanish allowed me that privillage when I first arrived! Despite the heat, I decided to walk back to my casa. Never before have I witnessed so many cat calls, whistles and stares in my life. If walking down ...

... jabbered at me insessently in spanish (**** know wot she was saying!) i just started to fear for my life when she was thankfully distracted by a japanese tourist * i got my pizza and covered it in what i assumed for some stupid reason to be parmesan that was sat on the counter. it was in fact salt. yummy * i wandered to the seafront munching my salty snack to take some pics of the sunset. it was of course overcast and there was bugger all to see! i then ...