The large clap of thunder sounded and then the torrential downpour began. It was a typical afternoon in Cuba in August – rain arrived almost at exactly 4pm each day and on this particular day we happened to be caught in it. I spotted a Cuban tour agency and grabbed Dave’s elbow. We’d been meaning […]
Dave and I like to travel independently. We’re not big on the tour thing. I guess I just don’t like the thought of getting stuck with someone we don’t get along with, having to spend our entire travel period avoiding them via a series of awkward manoeuvres. Sometimes we have to do it though, like hiking […]
“We’d like to get bus tickets for tomorrow to Viñales,” I said in my (what I’m supposing is) heavily accented Spanish. “I can’t understand you,” the woman behind the hotel desk said, rolling her eyes. I tried again in English. “I still can’t understand you,” the concierge replied in perfect English. I tapped my foot […]
Ouch. I shudder when I look at the table at the bottom of this post to see how much money we spent in August. And it doesn’t even include Dave’s new Mac Air. The only positive that comes from our painfully expensive month of August is that we’re now making enough money to not feel […]
‘You must not drink water after you eat the seafood,’ the Cubatur representative told us, tapping the table to emphasise the seriousness of her advice. ‘This is how people get sick from the seafood. You must drink only alcohol. Water will make the tummy upset. No water.’ This is how one of the strangest and […]
