Havana was the first city that went to visit... Reached the Cuban capital without any reference and a place to stay. That is my style. My destiny. The only idea that had was the Hotel Inglaterra located in Central Park.
Day 10 of September of 2010 I arrived at the airport José Martí. The sun sets on my left when I left for abroad to breathe fresh air. Of course I was going to move me in public transport as I always do. I asked a uniformed worker could get to the city centre. Of course the answer was by taxi. I do not use. Insisting he told me that there was a bus that, with some frequency, conveying to employees outside the airport and then have to walk about 10 min. to get to the Avenue from where, there Yes, get a direct bus to old Havana...
"Hasta la victoria siempre"
"Para ser recompensado hay que ser útil"
What's really great:
I'm not sure.
When people make you keep quiet because you say the truth... When the political regime has imprisoned the population... When I saw mourn a man talking about his resignation...
I'm not sure to understand what is the Castro revolution...
The place is modest but nice.
La Roomantic Colonial
calle Amistad, 178 - Centro Habana
La Bodeguita del Medio
At night, traveling alone, almost never do nightlife. Except when I have to sleep on the street...
Walk through old Havana. Aimlessly. From the Central station to the Malecon. Following the route of the Sun... along avenida de los Desamparados, drizzling down Obispo Street, discovering the Cathedral. People filled the stage of colors...
I was not in any restaurant. I know that I have to take better care of my diet...
Estación Central de Ferrocarriles
I wanted to know Santiago de Cuba and see Guantanamo from afar. Bureaucratic procedures in order to upload to the train from Havana to the other end of the island made me desist, much to my regret.
Later I learned that the Islanders cannot be moved freely on their land. A pity