It has been a blast sitting in the lobby, watching the birthday party for a 5 or 6 year old, and observing all of the 30 something Mothers and how they deal with kids and all of the rest of it. I know, I have a niece who calls me a lurker or some similar disparaging description for old guys leering at women...Jeez Louise...oh yeah: "A Creeper"..she says..
I found a casa particular right on the malecon, with a beautiful view of the harbour...
This was quite the statue...
The Cubans have a fantastic culture of physical fitness. You can see all sorts of folks, including kids, working out and exercising all the time..
These guys pulled the tranny and fixed it on the street in a couple of hours...
Just try and talk to me, dude....
Cops don't do doughnuts in Cuba....however....
A visit to the musuem which promotes Fidels' invasion force from Mexico, and other relics of the fight against the Yankee imperialists, including ground to air missles...
And then some more cars....
Clearly the American embargo is part of the glue which holds the country together, politically...
Finally, enough of Havana, and back on the road again....
Must be Varadaro: tourist party boat....
