Park View Hotel
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... to Cuba. My answer to that was, "The Cuban Revolution is something I have always been fascinated by. I never really fully understood the story of Cuba and where it was headed. I came here wanting to hear the story from both sides and witness this country before the Americans join in and westernise the country''. Majority of the people shared the same reason. It was the perfect time to come to Cuba.
After fully agreeing our itinerary, we headed down to ...
... part of the city. And that is not thanks to the government, but because the City’s Historian started a grand scale project in which buildings were transformed into hotels for foreigners in order to earn hard currency for further renovations. Yet only 45% goes into building. 55% is used for community projects within the renovated areas in order to keep the place from becoming a tourist outdoor museum. So amidst hotels, restaurants and museums you can ...
... corner streaming from the restaurants and bars, locals and tourists swaying to the rhythm of a sound that is Cuban original, an eclectic mix of African and European pulses they have made their own. The thing that struck me instantly was the people, physically they were beautiful....women confident in their voluptuousness (lycra and tight fitting bodices the clothing of choice for many) and the men fit, muscular, handsome and sensual. They were all incredibly friendly and ...
... township protected by the city walls, Havana Central, a mostly dilapidated area dating from the 19th and early 20th century and the more modern Vedado residential area, where our hotel is located. Further west past the Almedares River tunnels are the swanky Miramar and Playa residential districts.
We'll tour through all the Havana districts in this visit.
... at a bus stop.
We rode back into Pinar Del Rio on a Sunday. As we made our way along a deserted street, we heard the joyful cry, “Canada! Canada!” and Rodrigo, our friend (of about ten minutes on our previous pass through the town), appeared, laughing and exclaiming that we were reunited: “Increible, increible!”(incredible!) he said again and again. He was just taking a **** (he told us) when he saw us ride into town, and it took ...