Blogs from Bahía de Cochinos, Centro, Cuba, Central America Caribbean

The fear of expensive Cuban prices, the fear of expensive near-future European prices, the fear of getting ripped off by Cubans and my personal financial situation, all combined to make me try to do everything as cheaply as possible – to save money at any opportunity. Basically, I was petrified to spend money here. I’m not normally a scrooge abroad but needs must. Which was why I found myself waiting at my hostel in Havana for the four Dutch guys I’d been drinking with the previous night. They could possibly give me a free ride to Vinales, but it depended on the kind of rental car they could get and how big it was. Mindful of wanting to catch the last bus to Vinales however, I could wait no more and I shared a taxi to ... read more

Cuba is a place like no other, a place where time has stood still since the 1950s. Memories of the past are visible everywhere you look, ancient Spanish buildings from colonial times and the best collection of classic cars you will ever see – the streets of Havana literally a classic car museum of examples from the 1940s & 50’s. Cuba is now very special for us, the longer we stayed and the deeper our knowledge became of its past and the things that make it great, the more we learned to appreciate it for what it is. In Cuba, we learned how to live back in time. We learned to make use of whatever basic facilities were available which we found difficult in the beginning. Internet is scarce and expensive, as are International phone calls ... read more

We have coverd a lot and found no internet along the south coast. Yesterday and today we have riden north from the carrabean to the gulf of mexico. We only have a few mins on this connection so will fill in the details tomorrow when we get rto a tourist area out of havana , we go to the airport Sat. We went along the coast to the bay of Pigs. A few crabs on the road but no big exodus. 2 nights at a hotel then 3 100km days . we went inland to a dirty little town call Australia ( from the days they had big sugar mills there.. pre revolution) ate crocodile in a hot little house. the best thing for me was that we hopped into town with 2 broken spokes on ... read more

Nastává poslední ráno v Trinidadu. Balíme a scházíme dolů k autu. Na chodníku na nás čeká trumpetista, kterej nám hrál kazdej den k snídani ze svojí zahrady a nabízí nám svoje CD. Béda ho kupuje, rozloučíme se a jedeme pryč. Za rohem jsme objevili okýnko na ulici, kde se prodávají rozpečené housky se šunkou a šťáva ze třtiny rozlejvaná do uřezanejch spodků od skleněnejch lahví. Snídaně je daleko lepší nez na našem posledním ubytku a stojí míň nez desetinu, jelikoz se platí v cupech. Cestou na západ, směrem na Cienfuegos míjíme cyklistickej závod, nikam se nijak zvlášť nezenou, asi to bude tím vedrem tady. Cienfuegos je město pojmenované po stejnojmenném pirátovi a zároveň po dalším revolucionářovi Camilu Cienfuegovi. Ten posledně jmenovanej tu buď zil nebo působil či co, pomalu nám začali všichni ty komouši splývat. Město ... read more