Markus and I had a marvellous time in Cuba. After drinking a small swimming pool of mojitos in Havana, we headed west for a little bit of limestone action in the mogotes, then east to Trinidad, a UNESCO town for mucho mucho dancing and then I, after a brief meeting with my little sister Emma, headed off on my lonesome to the far east of Baracoa to eat chocolate.
The Cubans were lots of fun. The lads were only lovely (see pictured lad) and very good at dancing, though I wouldn´t trust them as far as I could throw them. On the whole, everyone was fierce friendly but did view you as a walking ATM. Cuba is exactly as you´d imagine - music drifting round every corner, stunning old cars sauntering by and wizened old men smoking cigars. The countryside was far more beautiful than I imagined though Havana was falling down and in severe need of a wee lick of paint.
We managed to work out a nice little routine as follows; get up in the morning for a mighty breakfast, head out to do some touristy stuff for the day, have a wee afternoon nap, then some beers and maybe an episode of Planet Earth or My Name is Earl while getting ready to go out drinking our mojito-bucaneero combos while been enthranced by the salsa dancers.
There´s lots more I want to say about Cuba but in an effort to actually get this goddam blog up to date, I´ll skip on to Colombia. Yay to Cuba though.
