Los Frailes Boutique Hotel Havana

... That's notable, especially the local ones with Che's picture. What else? There seems to be very little racism in Cuba, blacks and whites freely intermixing and seemingly unconscious of it. That's good. What else? Travel is easy, plenty of hostales and casas privadas outside the capital, so nothing to worry about there. They'll find you. These people also smoke a lot, especially cigars, though cigarettes, too. Going to a concert in an ...

... the whole distance back to old Havana, we accepted. About two blocks down, our little taxi driver was stopped by a policeman and asked to present papers (or at least this is our version of the story). Since he was not regulated or legally registered with some or other tourist company (who would then obviously have to pay hefty taxes to the government), he was not legally allowed to give us a ride. Though we didn't fully understand the Spanish that was flying around ...

Dulce m´a emmenée chez Maria puisque sa maison était en réparation. je me rappelle très bien d´être entrée chez Maria, le salon était sombre, j'ai immediatement eu des papillons dans le ventre en apercevant la vue au fond... 9ème étage d´un immeuble dans Centro Havana avec une vue à couper le souffle plein nord sur la ville et l'océan.. que de bonnes soirées passées sur ces terrasses chez Maria amicales et tranquilles, chez Papi ...

... where we were staying. Two were connected with the Baptist church and the third with the Episcopal church. I stayed at the Martin Luther King Center in the municipality of Marianao in the city of Havana. We were met at the center by many community members who offered us gladiola flowers and there were banners welcoming us. We then ate a filling dinner in a dining room decorated with ...

... at finding ways to document what we see on our trips. My weapon of choice is and will always be my Canon Super8 film camera. Hers is a Canon SLR with a 17-55mm EF lens. We tried to document the feel and texture of the city. Hopefully, we did. We took a ride on one of the little yellow taxi's that scurry about in Havana. They look like the carts you would normally see on a Disneyland adventure ride sans safety bar. It ...

... fee. You can´t sit down anywhere for five minutes without someone coming up and trying to make conversation with you. It seems as if they are just curious, but 5 mins down the track they reveal what they want. People come up and thrust flowers or newspapers into your hand and then demand money from you. It makes you cynical because you can´t take anyone at face value. Even asking for directions is fraught because they´ll refuse to tell you, instead ...

... thoughts as I studied my new friend. His aura was solid, black and knowing. Since I couldn't completely understand his language, it was impossible for me to know how he came to me from the middle "somewhere" in Cuba. Soon he handed me the final piece of sugar cane. "Mucho gusto senor" he said as he shook my hand goodbye and I said the same to him, much pleasure sir. Hot, humid, diesel tainted air washes over me now as the train chugs home, uninterrupted ...

... Shops only have certain brands, the museums only tell you select information about the history of the country, even the menus at the restaurants are pretty much carbon copies of each other. It was a little bit sad and disappointing that the people live like that. But it will all change soon, hopefully... We met a nice Cuban boy named Ahmed who took us around the city for a few days and showed us the sights. We did the obligatory cuban cigar factory tour ...

were are 50 miles s of Cuba its warm and sunny and most are sunbathing and swimming, I just played 18 holes of mini golf , a very nice mini golf course. Update: the person we medi vaced to Cozumel is stable and being flown to houston. the really good news who ever he was saved the cruise, had we not gone to cozumel first, the day we were to be in Cayamans would have been ...

Well i'm back now but was a rollercoaster ride in cuba!!! I spent the first two days in havana exploring and gettin into the grove of things. Then a guy i ment in Isla mujeres flew over and we endevoured to leave cuba, a simple task you may think! The search began at 3 in the day, no buses for 3 days, went to the train station and found the same story. We did meet ...