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Cuba ….. Na Na Na Na Na Salsa

I know there are some old adage to do with the first half of his life, are supported by your parents and the second half of life that you care about their parents. Well, I saw my mother all my life, in particular on opportunities when my father was not there and she goes to the full jurisdiction melt. The first time my father went on a business trip abroad was a success (and do not ask me how) to get to the bottom of the mower when it was still running. I still and always will be etched in my brain at the time she reached into a sink full of water that instantly Shadow dark red, like in the movie "Jaws." Duggan women are not a strong character and stomache passing of my mother, my sister left the the room, so with the intention of calling a family friend of the road for help, to go on the road due to the view "of the blood." Well Alice is nine years between the relationship with wet towels and water sweetened attempts to revive at a time. Needless to say, I was awarded my father back from Hong Kong with a large bag of Haribo be "brave girl father and my mother never been allowed to mow the lawn again.

This gives an idea of the mental state of Ms. Duggan-boarding trip to the depths of the Caribbean with his daughter at the bottom, without the only man alive who can recover any tricky situation as they say. I say I have supported this, but honestly if I see someone weak to play around in it? "You have the right to Passport?, The flight from Heathrow Gatwick is not right?" Etc. Well cruel, but hilarious. Whatever the joke I was arriving at Gatwick at 4.30am to find that our flight at 7:55 in Havana with Cubana Airways was not in any place to be seen on the plateau, and after half an hour running around frantically to find that the plan we were destined to fly (What should happen in the United Kingdom at 6:20 of Havana) Cuba had not yet risen. Another half hour later it was revealed that the plane was defective and another plane was being sent from Madrid and leaving at 14:30. Wonderful. Anyone have any suggestions on how to invest heavily in the 9:00 Gatwick Airport departures? I n either. Reading can be – and I ready Nice packed all my books is easy in my main luggage and carried like Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls, attempting to include all of Cuba, which is not the most easy to read to pass the time, believe me. So I bought in to a puzzle game that connect to my iPod and looked into the strange existence and wonderful life room of the departure airport (and not surprisingly, do many TV programs on them!)

Well, the plan does not do 2.30, 4.30 and rose to believe that such time after the hell of my family now extends Airways Cubana victims had been, we would like to be treated like movie stars, pampered with drinks and snacks we checked at the time unavailable. Well, look bad and should be aware of the fact that the allegations of the communist regime all Cubans work more or less the same salary, and are not in danger of losing jobs not … .. Where is the incentive to do their work, especially when surrounded by hundreds of tourists maintenance?! Anyway, the plane did not have entertainment, was free for all seats, the staff was rude to the point disbelief, there was a fucking group of bored schoolchildren among whom were two lovers sitting in front of snogged compliance for all 11 hours of travel, and, as he had banished all hope of a vegetarian meal without food. Gosh I look like my grandmother moaning. But I am consoled by the fact that money spent on the flights came into the Cuban economy and not the pocket this context Branson.
Anyway Anyone with a lot of time on my hand I thought it was time to address the Lonely Planets "A Brief History of Cuba." And so the obsession began … ..

The hands, I knew very little about Cuban culture / history before me ("They are communists, right?) And generally no interest in learning the history of places. Some years ago I spent a month traveling in Japan with two of my BESTEST friends who lived there for some years. We had a great time, however, the story of two that are (ISH) students that I can not imagine my "You have seen one temple you've seen everything Karaoke not lose again "mentality a bit shabby. I thought it was the same in Cuba …" Yes, yes very good now lets go salsa dancing and drinking rum! "Unfortunately, I do not know if I'm getting older and this is what happens, but I am absolutely fascinated by the whole affair.
So, as I said all that I knew they were Communists and, recently, a man named Castro had resigned. He feared that this may cause chaos and unrest, but was assured by colleagues working caribbeaners (?) Far from drinking rum and cigarette smoking busy to get all his statements about things, and as Americans stayed away would probably not be no civil unrest (and I hope that the Americans had f * cked by sufficient countries in recent years to stay away, at least until I have a tan).
Reading the guide has helped set the stage for me, so I wrote a brief summary of those events I saw:

The Cuban Indians lived happy
Aboriginal island in the Caribbean arrives, kills all native Cubans and live happily
Spanish-and fuck things around – loads of death and other slaves
-400 Years later, José Martí is a revolution to be released Spanish and U.S. step at the last minute and steal the glory
United States fuck it right
"A group Rude Boys (inc. Castro and Che Guava) plot to throw on some Americans and Dick Batista and trampled release Cuban residents giving them the ideal existence
To pee and the United States, Russia, Cuba sustain life by buying lots of sugar and cigarettes
– Russia (or should I say the USSR) shit (greedy bastards) and Cuba gets screwed up and people are hungry
– They start out on a lot of tourists Snappy happy (like me) to take all the money you can eat.

So you can see why I gave up the story at the time available in the first place!
Anyway Or go back to the grueling long flight … .. he finally started at about 1h Cuba sacred time (5:00 in English) because of drops well spread beyond Holguin, and ran a check visa and luggage that it took us about two hours to reach ….
So thought will be our first transfer to see that we had to get in 16 hours? At first glance, no, but after half an hour, we panic infer that our company booked two names – How fucking stupid of us! Therefore, wrapped in prayer to our Havana hotel with 24 hours of receipt. Unfortunately, I could not see much of the city's history less than three hours, but at least we were on our way. We are approaching the hotel, I began to feel sick that is all too familiar with me now in a city at night, resulting an unpleasant incident at Barcelona a few years back (and yes, the story gets more complex every time we say A – who had knives you know, I the knives? I wanted to firearms). I was not all the best happy when I found out that our taxi can not drive on the street our hotel was the target and we go to end. A few dollars (I'll explain later, the money) encouraged to wait for my dear mother (totally indifferent to this) ran down the road check that was open. Halle-fucking-lujah it was. Almost kiss the driver jumped on my backpack and headed down the road from the beautiful "Beltrán de Santa Cruz Hotel.

Therefore, be greeted with a smile from the receptionist, and then let out "There is a small problem with your room, the pipe was broken and we have had to move to another hotel, just five minutes around the corner on the spot "

Where do you add? Honestly? I opened here. "Look friend, we have been for 30 hours, 13 of them go bitch at Gatwick Airport, 13 in a plane damn fresh rock and the rest in transit between places, we have not eaten, have not changed clothes, we have not clean teeth, and we feel like fucking dead rats and try to tell me that you do two legs poor women Luggage is helpless in a strange city at 4 am to go to the hotel because it has a plumbing problem bitch? "
At least that was said in my head … What really said, in a very low and low moaning, "Please come with us, I fear." And bless their cotton made.
Finally, my head touched the pillow at 5:30 am, when Cuba (9:30 in English) after the meeting the final catastrophe of the night at the opening of the bag to find my sunscreen had my business exploded. An ideal base for holidays not you think? Things can only get better.

I guess maybe I should actually talk about my trip instead of my script for "holiday from hell."

This was my first and certainly not the last trip to the Caribbean. I think I was about 8 when I bought "100% reggae" and decided he was going to spend my honeymoon in Jamaica, so I hope we will reach these shores, because I can find someone who marry me. In addition, many other places to visit, Santa Lucia, Barbados, Antigua, Bahamas, etc etc … We hope that this husband is rich! Cuba, however, seems be something different from the rest and walk on the sunny streets of Havana on the first morning confirmed. The Cuban air of Big Day Out suddenly seemed a distant memory. Architecture breath court, ranging from Spanish colonial buildings in Old Havana, (many of them abandoned, but a coward!), Neo-classical in Vedado neighborhood of Art Deco and American influence in central Havana. The diversity that I have seen in any city, and with the added advantage that, unlike of most cities have avoided pushing 1970 horror dead becomes the center of a beautiful region. All buildings leak ugly just added to nature.
This is not a cliché to say that there are bands playing all the restaurants on every street corner with people singing and dancing around. It is true that I was there. The first stop was at the Patio restaurant is Plaza de la Catedral (Perhaps my favorite mojito party together, but there were many and one is related to taste better!). There was a small 3-piece group playing (guitar, sax and bass), when a woman danced around nut case (Mom said it was two years ago when she and my sister has disappeared!). They were fantastic, I could not get enough of it! Then this guy from the crowd (Italian I think), just waltzed up, asked who embark on sax to clean the floor with some improvisations that has everything that I got when I played in a kind of recovery. That would not happen anywhere else in the world and gamblers went crazy for it!

Thus, the first day was devoted mainly to be an idea of the place. Walking to lose, while every moment mojitos and again by taking thousands of pictures every new path in all possible angles. In the afternoon we (recommended by friends) through a water ferry ride to a strong (and a large statue of Jesus.) It was fun in fact that was the main attraction seemed clear and the shuttle literally and local buses labor. We were like sore thumbs! Also at the head of the walk little views found not only impressive from Havana, but also a mini-museum Che's house where he lived Guava revolution and pre-post run to help Bolivia, and loss of life. Here, I discovered he had asthma, like me, who encouraged me to go short and start a revolution, but soon return.
Food in Cuba is a shit, I mean really sucks. I do not really understand how they can be so wrong, but they do and especially as a vegetarian, which is screwed. You get eggs, many eggs, many eggs as the word is still making me feel unwell. Mother after having been here before so I knew this was a kettle and filling a large bag of couscous to help in difficult situations, but has also worked brilliantly excellent Italian restaurant location (possibly in Cuba), so in Havana at least we managed to get half decent meal! So, after chewing its way through much faster and a margarita, mojito slipped off to bed early, still a little screwed up on monstrosities.

Second day was a conference on mass politics and history for me. Although this concept usually make me tremble with fear and despair, as I said before I'm very impressed by the fact that those specified in this little bit on the surface of the land has contributed to the history of mankind. We had some fun first though to take a bus to the Plaza of the Revolution in a classic, bright purple (my favorite!) 1950 Buick with a driver made some perplexity, to pose for many a nod to the cheese! The Plaza is a bare little, unfortunately, with only two things to see. All First, the statue of Jose Marti monument in front of the massive search, which went for a spectacular view of the city and other actions turkey vultures circle around fear. And secondly, my little pet – The big picture of Che on the side of the government building with "Hasta la Victoria Siempre (Always until victory) written on the side. I have some Che's obsession with being honest is strange to think that was hot? Anyway I was naked, and that was very well be standing at their political meetings and address Castro and other revolutionaries took place.

After that, we took a taxi to errors (see photos) to the National hotel (very chic!). It was fun to see many people are in cars and Mercs and look swish in a little yellow stain! Here we have a mojito for research on the water where we were yesterday, then down a bit on the seafront where he eventually led the Revolution Museum. This contains everything you need to know about Cuba since the dawn of time. At some point, was very strange how the information was added – "This is the spoon used Castro while hiding in Argentina" – no kidding! But it was fascinating. I will not say much (as I have given my brief history of Cuba), but one of the highlights was the "Wall of idiots" because of political idiots different for their contributions in the development and consolidation of the revolution. I do not really give a shit who insult!

The next day we had a trip bus instead of stress (6 hours – a toilet stop) is a beautiful colonial city so charming in the first impressions that does not seem to be the case. The bus is shown in some very unpleasant, in areas that lack the charm of Havana, and arrival at the bus station crowd of people were literally being held mobbing us. They were advertising, not "houses" – the equivalent to shelters in Cuba is to stay at home with a Cuban family who cook and provide for yourself, but everything seemed dangerous for me. Therefore, jumped into a taxi and headed for the hotel "Las Cuevas (Cuevas). The doubts about the coming days there will be dissolved Suddenly, when we saw how we were was lush! We dumped our luggage and went straight to the pool sampling local products – mojitos, piña collada, and rather strange drinks red, orange and blue called colonial Trinidad, I took a taste. We managed to make friends with a group of local residents in a short period of time that feeds us more rum and snacks and give us lessons in salsa. I was very supportive and after my series of courses that I went to my "I'm alone and desperate need to learn salsa and meet people sadder phase alone and desperate, but I learned a new step that was beautiful. Most have had the opportunity to laugh at my mother fully coordinated. Then, about 17 hours, in a matter of three minutes, the sky was covered with thick black clouds and the sky opened. I've never been in a storm tropical before and I just found quite hilarious – the whole area was flooded after two minutes of rain, but blood is still boiling and people danced and pool! I asked my new best friend Tiago how long these storms usually last to which he replied: "San Pedro" – can not argue with that!

Integral to our first day in Trinidad we woke up early and make our sexy outfit and headed to the mountains during a hike unfairly with another nice couple from the hotel and our beautiful guide Jordan, who only looked like Borat when he spoke, I was a little out of place, but we're used to!
The first part was walking in the center of Trinidad, which was much better than it had appeared from the bus the day before – nice and colorful, with people going there every day or hang the doors there, playing the guitar or the sale of fruit costs. The second bit caught us in some areas in the national park in the dense jungle and mountains. We traveled for about two hours to finally find a beautiful waterfall and water reserve that Cuban children were jumping and playing. I abstained, as always when it comes to water that may contain living organisms. Although I soak my feet and noticed a huge lobster crawl as bad on the back and found I had the right decision.
The walk back was not as fun. The midday heat was really excited in Trinidad and the city is on top of a hill and the hotel top of a hill on the hill and energy levels were significantly lower at the end. But we had an evening of cocktails, once again by the pool and dance Sauce can not complain! This evening after dinner (buffet solve Hall), will delight us with a presentation of Afro-Caribbean tradition. 4 uber hot guys black prancing around the stage doing crazy things like eating hot coals and pick up the tables with his teeth. It was very erotic and I can have left a small puddle in my seat.

The next day was our last day in the city of Trinidad, as we head towards evening the Ancon Peninsula, about 30 minutes south of Trinidad coast. But we made the most of the morning in the hotel. Was in fact the caves for a reason and (you guessed it) because it was located above a group of caves. One of them is open to visitors during the day and very cleverly becomes a disco at night (although it has never been so unfortunately). So my boyfriend we toured Tiago what has been simply amazing! The stalagmites and stalactites in the content of your heart – could only salsaing images people around you! He!
After this he was a small puddle, but, as seems to be the model here, the late afternoon San Pedro angry with us if we decide it is quite possible transfer to the new location when the weather was rotten. Pass by the city (which at this stage resembled a river) and the coast for a few days sun and cold. On reaching the place looks good enough, but there had to be an "all inclusive" to British customers a little different, ie stupid drunk burned. Well, I've seen one of these to be honest, a year-old fat northern 50ish was rude to a cane, but I was very angry. I do not understand these people who just want to go on holiday to anything is not really experience the country, treat the staff like slaves, and unlimited alcohol abuse. Anyway, checked in and had a scan and I was very disappointed that the "beach" does not exist in reality, and there was a strip of sand, but extends to the sea compared to our last place has it all seemed a bit shabby though. The sun was not quite back to where we camped at the bar and drank a few drinks. My mother, feeling that it was not perfect, and the sensitive nature also decided to drink a little and start to really get into Piñas many are more excited about my breasts with the place "I'm really warming Alicia of this place, I am in favor of global warming. Yes, I'm definitely getting used to this place" … .. then said she wanted to swim in the ocean before dinner. Thus, in a dramatic roll daughter mother or investment, I did my best to, in the least condescending can explain that to jump off a cliff to reach the small sea when he was pissed as a fart that may not be the best idea. Needless to say, a combination of drink, more emotional, and still a little sore and starting to feel a little bad, has led us to our only argument one day with lots of "I'm just ashamed for you "and" I booked a stay we refuse bet you want with friends, "says … … it is not pleasant. It certainly is not nice when I get ready to feel bad result to be made from food poisoning and spent the next 12 hours to the bathroom while peeing in my ass and vomiting. This is not the highlight of my stay.

But one day newborn. Feeling good night at the weakened my shitter I abstained from breakfast (if I saw a plate of eggs, I do not know what would have happened) but I soon realized what a ride an overreaction of the previous day had been. The location was magnificent. There was no English at all drunk – Like that was the beginning of the game, because they refused to serve (for a good reason – the counter) and even better than we found the correct range! A magnificent beach almost deserted small with a small bar behind him and a semicircle of rocks 100 m, where, according to the mother, was the best collection of tropical fish, never seen. It was perfect for me to write on my iPod, enjoy a brilliant book (not Hemingway!) And recover from my traumatic night, while my mother also swam excitable, and befriended body was 10 meters from us. Much better!
The next day, we took advantage of free hotel bikes and went mountain biking through the peninsula. I have not been on a bike since I was 10 and after that I do not know why?! It was fun! As a race bike surrounded by the sea on both sides on a path lined with palm trees is much more attractive than Bike to A413, but it really should be doing more often! We stopped at tip of the peninsula, where Mom was a hotel and jets off on a boat to snorkel on the reefs (Obviously he did – not go to my fear of the sea here – that I will laugh) and I had the opportunity to improve my "get stupid now so (apparently the last two years working in Sun product has not changed my opinion about skin cancer).

We had one more in the morning on the beach after so before our return to Havana, where I was really prepared for this. Those who know me know how I'm obsessed with the sun being tan, but this culture "all" Malarkey was really for me and I was dying of eager to return to Havana and to learn more! At the end of the day I could get a tan Lanzagrotty if I wanted a tenth the price (with the benefit ITS added to collect a few), and my tan almost perfect here there anyway (if you do not mind being incredibly arrogant!)
The bus ride lap was even more of a nightmare bitch is how. 2 hours longer than it should have been, by reservation (so that people were standing), road closures, etc etc. Also, when we got to Havana it was so late that there were no taxis at the bus station to take us to a hotel, and it was bloody raining again! After everyone else on the bus had managed to take a taxi (we must be more insistent!) Eventually, he returned to the beautiful and Beltran had Bathing a gourmet meal of couscous and settled in bed ready to take full advantage of our last day.

Havana next morning suddenly appeared 100 times more amazing than when I was nine days before (and was very impressive at the time). While mooching around I suddenly had this horrible "In 17 hours of this afternoon, and probably more without "feeling. And I was not prepared for it. Try not to let prejudices, we strolled through the beautiful streets of Through the former Havana Cathedral Square where we had to change first mojito life, and on the promenade, where he decided it was time to deal with nervous to markets and buy some souvenirs and presses in bad taste, a beret Che Guava is the most important, of course. Then we went to first find a new discovery that was a street that appears in all tables in Havana were available for sale on the market. This was a street with a sign hanging that said "The Bodeguita del Medio" which was a small bar where Hemingway used to hang out and it appeared that other stars were also there that the wall was covered with photos and signatures. Us took very well planned our next point of call. Hotel Ambos Mundos, where Hemingway stayed during his visit. They have kept her room exactly as he was when he sleep, and you can look around. Also the roof of the hotel has a bar, so we went there and spent the rest of our afternoon, after a few drinks, up enjoying the sun in the city with fantastic views and good company.

On our walk to the hotel to take some of our transfer took me out. These are the streets of a city and people were sitting there doors flattering the people playing guitar and singing and dancing around the other, children playing baseball, women wash their clothes hanging around windows. This would not happen anywhere else, ever. Can you imagine walking around London chatting with people, dancing with them, the children play? I bet that 99% of Londoners do not even know their neighbors names! And was Communism – all equal, all working in teams, without greed, without corruption, a real community. And I thought: "I could do – I could not live in an" ideal "world, perhaps I prefer the field – where the houses each have a chicken and a piece of land to grow vegetables. But I really could not live like this. I was always against the people who earn more Money conceivable that work effectively to make money Satanic screwing other people over – bankers, lawyers, etc. And I was against the situation they were born to reflect how much you can do in life (I know it is not intended to be, but it is). And I idea. Everyone receives the same, provided that the work they do and as a bonus to have a perfect service education system, national health ideal, a perfect race throughout the entire government and a sense of patriotism. Real patriotism – and not just against other nations patriotic football fans.
I started thinking about England and I asked why he wanted to continue living here. A country in our called "left" wing of Prime Minister (Gordon Brown, apparently, not now, Tony Blair) will increase from £ 2,000 British taxpayers money one years in cleaning the stupid amount of houses also supported by the State. And Vicky Pollards in White Trash with Money 10 babies escape the welfare state, while lamenting Asians "bloody and posts – come here taking our jobs and tax money. They pay taxes bitch, why are not entitled to that? I'd rather have that sucker Keith fat ass in the world. It's disgusting and really do not want to be part of it.

But of course, Cuba was not ideal. The dream is and I believe there probably worked before the Eastern Bloc dissolved, but again if you really can not take care of themselves as a unit, then it is that communism no.
Personally, I think one of the main problems to explain why things do not work as well as they should be derived from tourism. Although saved the country of hunger, but has created a host of problems and people seem to share two personality types. Write a are mainly the older generation still strongly in favor of Castro. These include memory and lived well after the revolution, before the Special Period (Between the fall of the Eastern bloc and the beginning of tourism) and I understand that tourists have saved your ass when things are looking pretty dark. These people deal with the recognition of tourists, respect and kindness. The second type, what I call the "next generation of Cubans, seem much more cynical and not sure what they are really" fair. "These people are really very angry tourists often to the extent that they are simply rude (turning back, waving, etc.). I think the problem is that they are aware of what life as before. All they see are these stupid rich, elegant clothes, flash, digital cameras and cash to throw around, do the rounds of all cultures and places. All they can do and what they could, if things were different. I guess that piss me off.

Another massive problem of tourists leaving the gap between what people earn, and working in the tourism industry or not. Money is a bit complicated, but Cuba has two currencies – local pesos and convertible pesos. Tourists are entitled to use convertible pesos and convertible pesos each is worth 10 Cuban pesos. So, in reality, if I had to go to a store and buy a bottle of water – that would cost me 1CP say (about 50p) and a Cuban 1p (about 5p). So, in reality, are responsible for ten times for tourists yet still seems reasonable to us forever (2 mojitos tend to be 5cp – £ 2.50 – not bad!). This means that when you tip someone at a bar, for example 1CP – which receive about £ 5.00 outside U.S. dollars but that only cost you 50 cents. I think this is absolutely brilliant and I do not see why other countries have not taken root. In Thailand, why not supplement £ 5.00 for a meal instead of 50p?! Tourists still pay £ 5.00! But people in the tourism industry, with advice, to get more money than anyone what which makes the inequality between people – communism is not all. Take for example, the stage of the walk we did in the mountains of Trinidad. The cost of this type has been 7cp each 14cp in total and see Our guide was 9:00 to 14:00 in the excitement scorching hot all the time, we had a grade 20cp and told him to keep the change. Then it is 6CP – £ 3 for us, a value of £ 30. What makes you feel good as a tourist. Have a piece of what little value to local life is a big one. In fact, his monthly salary 300p is tipped him a fifth of what they would earn in a month. Really crazy. However, I believe that all physicians and their slave masters who were donkeys, etc. I do not see anything the style to come your way. Where is the incentive to work, then? This is not fair and where the system really is broken. Of course you may feel some discomfort civil and I think especially now that Castro has resigned, big changes are underway. I guess if you're thinking of going I recommend you go faster. (Hey, I do when there is political predictions two weeks, I do not know what communism really meant!)

Anyway enough politics and return to reality. Damn, I wish I could, but I'm addicted! Six months ago, to spend all my time searching on Google Che Guava and "communism for dummies" or writing blogs ridiculously long that nobody will read (except maybe Sam – and even probably be bored by now), would have been good, like I had something better Nut do. But now I'm like a bastard to revise for these exams, and this new found obsession is to significantly reduce the challenges of productivity!

During throughout the festival (which is what was the end of the day) was a great success. I go back and see and do more, and, like many places that I had, I say that someday. But then I realize that to go somewhere, I have to sacrifice to go to another place I can get obsessed temporarily until the next place … .. etc etc

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