Welcome. Have fun, whatever happens
In 2007, I
and four friends of mine decide to organize a dreamed trip to Cuba. In December
2008 our dream adventure come true.
We pass the
document check and although nobody is returned, our whole group has returned back,
back to bygone times. But we are not alone, every step we take will be closely
watched by Che and Fidel, following us from t-shirts, key-chains, billboards
and street graffiti. That's why we boldly get lost into this unknown place,
exposing us to a moderate dose of communism, retro cars, colonial buildings and
endless tranquility.
We get accommodated
at the hotel and afterwards go out for a bite. Everything looks rather old,
there are abandoned buildings everywhere, and it should be the most glamorous Cuban
resort. Time has stopped many decades before we arrive, but this is the main
reason to come here, in the first place. Finally, we find a working ... thing
and order five Cuba Libres, what else. The proportion of the cocktail
ingredients is seriously messed up and we get kicked in the heads by way of
welcome. Unfortunately, we don't have a clue that the situation with the
cocktails (with little exceptions) won't change for better during the rest of
our trip. The food that we get is of the same quality as the drinks.
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Sleepy Varadero
A view from above of the still sleepy Varadero and its early risers.
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