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Cuba ….. Na Na Na Na Na Salsa

I know there are some old adage to do with the first half of his life supported by their parents and second half that you care for your parents life. Well, I take care of my mother all my life, especially in moments when my father is not there and it will melt in the arm. The first time my father left on a business trip abroad, managed (and I do not ask how) to get their hands on the bottom of the mower while still in progress. I still see, and have always been etched in my brain for the moment put his hand in a sink filled with water instantly turned a deep shade of red, just like in the movie "Jaws". Duggan women are not strong will and stomach of my mother was going to faint, my sister left the room with the intention of calling a good friend of the family of the road for help only way to fail because of the sight of blood. "So, we were nine years old Alice running through relationships wet towels and water sweetened trying to revive both. Needless to say my father was rewarded by the return of Hong Kong with a large Haribo bag being Daddy's good little girl and my mother was never allowed to cut the new sod.

This will gives an idea of the mental state of Ms. Duggan to embark on a journey into the depths of the Caribbean with her daughter to the office without one man in the world that can to any situation lasts how to say. I would say that I sympathize with that, but honestly, I see signs of weakness in a class y play? "You have the passport is not it?", "Vol Heathrow Gatwick is not fair?", Etc. cruel reality, but very funny. Whatever the joke was on me to arrive at Gatwick at 4.30am to find that our flight 7:55 pm in Havana with Cubana Airways were not in any place to be seen on the blackboard, and after a frantic half hour run to discover that the plan on which we intend to fly in (which was bound to come to the UK 6:20 La Habana) had not even left Cuba. Another half hour later, it was revealed that the aircraft was defective and sent another plane and leave Madrid at 14:30. Magnificent. Does anyone have suggestions to spend nine hours High in the departures from Gatwick Airport? Not me. Reading may be – if I did all my books nice walk around in the main luggage and had as Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls, trying to embrace the whole Cuba, which is not the easiest to read to pass the time, believe me. So give Bought a puzzle game, connected on my ipod and noted there strange and wonderful to the departure lounge of the airport head (and it is no wonder that so many TV shows do!)

Well, the plane did not go to 2.30, 4.30 and could be left thinking that perhaps after the hell of my family now extends to Cuban victims were respiratory tract, we want to be treated like movie stars, pampered with drinks and snacks, when checking always available. Well it looks wrong and should be reported requires the fact that the Cuban communist regime all the work, for more or less the same salary, and are not in danger of losing jobs is not … .. Where the incentive to do their work, especially when they are surrounded by hundreds of tourists maintenance?! Anyway, the plan was was no entertainment, the seat was free for all, the staff was rude to the point of disbelief, there was a fucking boring group school children with two lovers sitting in flowers that I snogged for 11 hours throughout the journey, and as he had banished all hope of a vegetarian meal without food. Gosh I sound like my grandmother moaning. Even so I take solace in the fact that money was spent on flights the Cuban economy, and not the pocket pussy Branson.
Anyway, with much time in my hand when it was time to go the Lonely Planet "A brief history of Cuba." And so began the obsession … ..

Manos I knew very little about Cuban culture / history before going ("They are communists, right?") and generally have no interest in learning the history of places. Some years ago I spent a month traveling in Japan with two of my BESTEST friends who lived there for some years. We had a great time, however, both as history (ish) students that I can imagine my "You saw a temple that has seen all, let's go do karaoke again "mentality a bit ironic. I thought it would be the same in Cuba …" Yeah yeah very nice lets go salsa dancing and drinking rum! Unfortunately, I do not know if I am higher and this is what happens, but I am absolutely fascinated by this whole affair.
So, as I say everything I knew they were Communists and that, recently, some guy named Castro had resigned. I fear that this may causing chaos and unrest, but was assured by colleagues caribbeaners (?) are far from drinking rum and cigars busy smoking for all states of affairs, and while the Yankees had been sidelined likely civil unrest (and I hope the Yankees F * CKED achieved by the country in recent years to stay away, at least until I am a tan).
Reading Guide paved the way for me, so I posted a brief summary of the facts that I saw:

Native-Cubans lived happily
The natives another Caribbean island arrives, kills all native Cubans and live happily
things Spanish to reach and grasp – killing loads and use the rest Slave
-400 Years after José Martí takes a revolution to free themselves from Spanish and activity of the United States at the last minute and steal the glory
U.S. law kiss
"A group of Rude Boys (inc. Castro and Che Guava) conspiracy to oust the Americans and tail and trampled to liberate the Cubans living Batista giving them the "ideal" life
'Pisser the United States, Russia, Cuba to keep afloat by buying lots of sugar and cigarettes
– Russia (or should I say the USSR) fuck (greedy bastards) and Cuba gets screwed over and people are hungry
– They begin to leave many tourists who are agile (like me) to have all their money so they can eat.

So you can see why I left the game in the first time available!
Anyway back to the long exhausting flight … .. finally About my abandoned ship 01:00, when Cuba (05 am English) due to a fall rather than expanded in Holguin, and rushed by check Visa luggage and took us to the arrival of about 2:00 ….
So, the first thought is the desire of our move to be there because they were designed to give 16 hours? At first glance, no, but after half an hour of panic follows that our company has booked two names – stupid us! If we slip in Havana in prayer our hotel has 24 hours of receipt. Unfortunately, I not seen much of the city on the disc as it was expected that h 3:00, but at least we were on our way. Closer to the hotel where they started to be a nauseating idea that is too familiar with me now in a city at night, causing an ugly incident at Barcelona a few years back (And yes, the story becomes more complex every time you have said – had knives you know, I say blades, I mean firearms). So it was not best pleased when all I heard our taxi could not drive down the street from our hotel was current and projected left us at the end of it. A few pesos (explaining the money in the future) encourages him to wait while my dear mother (totally perturbed by this) ran to the road to check that it was open. Halle-fucking-issue lujah. Almost kiss the taxi driver told me brought in my backpack and walked toward the road to the beautiful "Beltran de Santa Cruz Hotel.

So, be greeted with a smile of the receptionist, and then exclaims, "There is a small problem with your room the pipe is broken and we had to move to another hotel, just five minutes the corner opposite the square "

Where would you like? Honestly? I have here. "Find a friend, we have done for 30 hours, 13 of them will kiss Gatwick Airport, 13 in a plane fresh out of the shit the foundation and the rest in transit between these places, we have not eaten, have not changed underwear, we do not clean teeth, and the smell of shit and you're dead rats try to tell me that you have two poor helpless women to lug luggage through an unfamiliar city to them at 4:00 in the morning to go to the hotel because it fucking a plumbing problem? "
At least that is what is said in my head … what he said in a low moan and low, "Please will you come with us, I fear." Bless his cotton and he did.
Over time, my head touched the pillow at 5:30 am when Cuba (9.30 English) after response to the final catastrophe of the night to open my backpack, I found my sunscreen has exploited all my documents. An ideal base for a holiday do you agree? Things can only get better.

I suppose I should say something about my trip instead of my script for "holiday from hell."

This was my first and certainly not the last trip to the Caribbean. I think it was about 8 when I bought "100% reggae" and decided it would spend my honeymoon in Jamaica, so hopefully I'll go back to arrive at these costs, given that I can find someone to marry. In addition, many other places to visit, Santa Lucia, Barbados, Antigua, Bahamas, etc., etc. … Hopefully this is rich husband! However, Cuba seems to have something different to rest and walk on the sunny streets of Havana for the first morning confirmed. Cubana Airways Big Day Out seemed suddenly a distant memory. Breathtaking architecture ranging from Spanish colonial buildings of Old Havana, (many of them completely abandoned, but a loosely!), neo-classical and Art Deco Vedado U.S. influence in central Havana. Diversity've ever seen across town, and with the added advantage that, unlike most cities that have avoided pushing monstrous blocks of 1970 died in the tower middle of a beautiful region. All run by ugly buildings just added to nature.
It is a cliché that there are bands playing in every restaurant, every street corner with people singing and dancing around. True, I was there. The first step was Il Patio restaurant in the Plaza de la Catedral (perhaps my favorite mojito whole party, but there were many, and the first is linked to taste the best!). There had a small group of three playing pieces (guitar, saxophone and bass), while a woman danced around nut case (Mom said she had been two years ago when she and my sister has disappeared!). They were fantastic, I could not get enough of it! Then this guy from the crowd (Italian I think) danced Only Vals asked to embark on saxophone and wipe the floor with improvisations that put everything I have when playing in a remedial class. This is not happen anywhere else in the world and the punters went crazy for it!

Thus, the first day was devoted mainly to get a feel for the site. Walking lost, stopping for mojitos and time again, taking several thousand photos in all new streets in all possible angles. In the afternoon, we (Recommendation by friends) through a ferry ride across the water to rise a strong (and a large statue of Jesus.) It was fun actually like this main attraction was obviously not the shuttle seemed literally local and work. We stayed like sore thumbs! Also at the top of our hike seen shortly found not only surprising Havana, but also a mini-museum the house of Che Guava, where he lived after the revolution and he ran to help Bolivia, and before being killed. Here I I found that asthma, like me, who briefly inspired me to go and start a revolution, but soon exceeded.
Food in Cuba is a shit, I mean really sucks. I really do not understand how they can become so bad, but they do and especially as a vegetarian we were screwed. You get eggs, eggs, eggs that the word is still making me feel physically sick. Mother, after been here before knew it had prepared a kettle and a big bag of couscous to help us in extreme situations, but also worked brilliantly out of the single Italian restaurant (possibly in Cuba) to Havana we have accomplished at least half decent meal! Thus, after chewing the road through a large margarita and a mojito quickly slipped into bed very early, a little fucked up the previous day monstrosities.

Second day was a major conference in political science and history for me. Although this concept would normally make me tremble with fear and despair, as I said before I am completely trapped by the fact that this specification teeny bit on the surface of the Earth has contributed both to the history of mankind. We had a little fun but first take a taxi at the Revolution Square in a classic, light purple (my favorite!) 1950 Buick with a driver that is made more embarrassing to ask for many a nod to the cheese! The Plaza is a little bare, unfortunately, with only two things to see. First, Jose Marti statue in front of memory research Mass., who came to obtain the views of the city and see a lot of fear vultures circle around it. And other First, my favorite part – the big picture of Che on the side of the government building with "Victoria Siempre For" (always in front to the Victory), written together. I have a bit of an obsession that Che honestly, it is strange to think that was hot? Naked anyway because it felt good to stand on many political rallies and addresses of Castro and other revolutionary occurred.

After this error we had a taxi (see photos) to the National Hotel (very chic!). It was fun to see so many people at the time of recruiting mercenaries and cultures we went on a small yellow spot! Here, we had a mojito for Water Research at the place where we were yesterday, then leave a stroll along the promenade, where he finally at the Museum of the Revolution. This figure everything you need to know about Cuba mists of time. At At some point it was really weird the amount of detail added – "Here's the scoop used in hiding in Argentina Castro" – no kidding! But it was fascinating. I did not bother to say too much (as I have given my brief history of Cuba), but one of the highlights was the "Wall of geeks" by thanking various political idiots for their contribution to the cause / consolidation of the revolution. I do not give a damn insulting!

The next day we had more of a stressful journey by bus (six hours – a toilet stop) to a supposed beautiful city, although the sympathetic colonial First impressions do not seem to be the case. The bus has shown some really nasty, down the areas that do not have the charm of Havana, and on arrival at the bus station crowd of people were literally under our harassment. They have been advertising, and not "houses" – the equivalent of Hostelling in Cuba is to stay at home with a Cuban family who cook and provide for you, but all seemed so threatening to me. We are therefore in a taxi to get to the hotel "The Cuevas" (caves). Any doubt about the days to come to this place was soon dissolved when we saw where we were was lush! We dumped our luggage and went straight to the pool sampling local specialties – mojitos, drinks pineapple and red hills strange place called Orange and Blue Colonial Trinidad, whom he loved. We managed to make friends with a local group that feeds us any time more rum and snacks and give us lessons in salsa. I was very name and after my series of classes that I was in my I'm sad, lonely and desperate and need to learn salsa to satisfy the phase sad and desperate individuals "but I learned a new step that has been beautiful. He also had the opportunity to laugh at my mother completely coordinated. Then, around 17:00 in question 3 minutes, the sky was covered with thick black clouds and the heavens opened. I never been to a tropical storm before and I just absolutely hilarious – the whole area was flooded after 2 minutes of rain, however, is still boiling bloody and people continued to dance and the pool! I asked my new best friend Tiago How long these storms to which he replied: "It depends on San Pedro" – can not argue with that!

For our first full day in Trinidad we got early and put our team to walk sexy and headed for the mountains hiking with another couple unfairly beautiful hotel and our tour guide beautiful Jordan, who sounded like Borat when he spoke a little bit of room, but it did!
The first part was walking in the center of Trinity, was much better than it had appeared from the bus the day before – nice and colorful, with people going out there on trade issues or hung on doors, playing the guitar or the sale of fresh fruit. The second bit caught us by certain fields in the national park in the dense jungle and mountains. We gone about two hours to finish last in a beautiful waterfall and water reserve that Cuban children were jumping and playing. I abstained, as always when it comes to water may contain living organisms. Although I soak my feet and I saw a big lobster as unpleasant creeping in the merits and concluded that he had made the right decision.
The reverse is not as fun. The midday heat was a real success in Trinidad and the city is atop a hill and the hotel atop a hill to hill and energy levels have been significantly lower at the end. But we had a purpose once more cocktails poolside and dance salsa and I can not complain! This evening after dinner (Hotel buffet settling) we were invited to a show traditional Afro-Caribbean. 4 uber hot black guys prancing around the stage doing crazy things like eating hot coals and choose the tables with his teeth. It was quite erotic and I may have left a small puddle of water in my headquarters.

The next day was our last day in the city of Trinidad and night on their way to the continent Ancon, about 30 minutes south of the Trinity on the coast. However, we were part of the morning at the hotel. Was it in fact the caves for a reason and (as you guessed) is because it was located on a group of caves. One of them is open to visitors during the day and very ingeniously becomes a nightclub at night (although I'm never that unfortunately). So my boyfriend Tiago took us a tour of her that was simply incredible! The stalactites and stalagmites pictures of your heart's content – could hardly salsaing people around you! He!
After that, it was a small group, but it seemed like the model here the night of San Pedro in anger against us, so we decided, we may well transfer to the new location, while the weather was bad. Then we went around the city (at that time as a river) and the coast for a few days of sunbathing and cold. Arriving at the place seemed good enough, but being an all-inclusive has been a very different clientele, namely, stupid, drunk, the British burned. Well I just saw one of these to be honest, one year I was fat 50ish north rude to bar the man, but only really bothers me. I not understand these people who do not want anything to go on holiday not really experience the country, to treat the staff like slaves, and alcohol abuse unlimited. Anyway, we checked and had a scan and I was very disappointed to see that the "beach" Not really there, and there was actually a sandbar, but does not extend to the sea compared to our last place where everything seemed a little, so sordid. Sun was not quite back as they camped by the pool and drinks. My mother was not feeling very perfect, and too sensitive nature has decided drink a little pineapple and many actually start my breasts to be more enthusiastic about the place "I'm really warming to this Alice up, I am all for the warming. Yes, I'm definitely warming to this place "… .. Then said he wanted to swim in the ocean before dinner. Thus, a mother or daughter roll Investment drastic who did his best for me less condescending as possible to explain to shake you a small edge of the cliff to reach the sea when he was upset as a pet was perhaps not the best idea. Needless to say, a combination of his intoxication and more emotional for me and still a little sore and starting to feel a little sick we have yielded our only argument for the participation of many holidays, "I 'm just embarrassed for you "and" we have booked a holiday Garbage bet you want with your friends, "says … no …. Nice in particular, the principle is not pleasant to feel badly done, I turned out to be food poisoning and spent the next 12 hours in the bathroom while peeing on my buttocks and vomiting. This is not the highlight of my stay.

But a new day. Good sense of weakness in my night the shitter I abstained from breakfast (if I saw a plate of eggs do not know what happened), but the way I suddenly realized what an overreaction on the previous day had been. The place was beautiful. The English were not drunk at all – as that was only because he had refused to serve him (and rightly so – the hell), and even better what they are really a beach! A little larger almost deserted beach with a small bar behind him and a semicircle of stones about 100 meters where by the mother, was the greatest collection of tropical fish I had ever seen. It was perfect for me to knock on my iPod, enjoy a brilliant book (no Hemingway!) And my night to recover from trauma, both my mother swam too excitable, and became a friend of the whole body was 10 meters from us. Much better!
The next day we took advantage of the hotel bikes and bike ride along the peninsula. I have not been on a bike since I was 10 years and after that, I do not know why?! It was so fun! It is true that BIKE surrounded by the sea the two sides on a path lined with palm trees is much more appealing than cycling in the A413, but it really should be more often! We stopped at the tip of the peninsula, where a hotel and her mother jetted off on a boat trip for snorkeling on the reef (which obviously not – I do not go for my fear of the sea here – you just make fun of me) and I had the opportunity to improve my "stupid now get" as (Apparently, the last two years working on solar energy has not really changed my opinion about the skin cancer).

We had a morning on the beach after that before we moved to Havana, was really ready for it. Anyone who knows me knows I'm obsessed is tanned by the sun, but the whole culture "Malarkey has really met and I wanted to return to Havana and more! At the end of the day I could get a tan in Lanzagrotty if she wanted one tenth of the price (with the added benefit of STIs bit) and my tan was more or less perfect by then anyway (if I do not mind being incredibly arrogant!)
The bus ride home was even more of a fucking nightmare that round. 2 hours longer than it should have been silent (so that people standing), road closures, etc., etc. Similarly, when we arrived in Havana he was so late that there were no taxis at the bus station which will lead us to a hotel, and it was bloody raining! After almost everyone on the bus had managed to take a taxi (which should be more aggressive!) Is finally returned to the beautiful and Beltran had a gourmet meal prepared cous cous bathroom and settled in bed ready to take full advantage of our last day.

Havana, the next morning, suddenly seemed 100 times more amazing than when I was there nine days before (and was very surprising). While mooching around when I had horrible "17 hours before this afternoon of what happens over" feeling. And I was not ready. Trying to leave no room, stroll the beautiful streets of Old Havana by the courts of the cathedral where we had change the lives of first mojito, and the walk when it was decided it was time to face the market turmoil and buy pressed memories and pasting a beret Che Guava is the most important course. Then we went to the first glance, a new discovery that has been a street that has appeared in all tables of Havana, which were sold on the market. This was a street with a sign hanging that says "La Bodeguita del Medio, which was a small bar where Hemingway used to hang out and apparently many other celebrities I was also there that the wall was covered with photos and signatures. It took us very well planned our next point of call. Hotel Ambos Mundos, where Hemingway was during his visit. They kept her room exactly as he had when he ran and you can look around. Also the roof of this hotel has a bar, then we went there and passed away the rest of our afternoon with a glass there, pilgrims in the city, with excellent views and good company.

On our walk to the hotel for our transfer was something for me. These are the streets of the capital city and had people sitting at the door is flattering people Guitars playing and singing and dancing around, children playing baseball, women wash their laundry hanging out there windows. This would not happen in another site ever. Can you imagine walking around London chatting to people, dance with them, the children play? I bet that 99% of Londoners do not even know it exists Name next neighbor! And it was communism – all equally, all working as a team, no greed, no corruption, a real community. And I thought: "I could do" – I could live in an "ideal" world, perhaps, prefer the countryside – where houses each have a chicken and a piece of land to grow vegetables. But you can live well. I've always been against people who earn more money than to design the job effectively satanic make money by screwing others – bankers, lawyers, etc. And I was against the situation who was born to think how can do in life (I know it is not intended to be, but it is). And I idea. Everyone receives the same, provided that the work, which make and receive as a benefit an education system perfect, perfect service National Health, a government-run everything perfect and complete sense of patriotism. Real patriotism – and not just another football hit nation patriotism fans.
I started thinking about England and wondered why he wanted to continue living here. A country in our call "left wing" of the Prime Minister (Gordon Brown who is apparently now, no, Tony Blair, already) spent 2000 pounds of taxpayers' money UK a year on cleaning the stupid amount paid is also home to the state. And when Vicky Pollards white trash with money leaks out of 10 babies of the welfare state, while complaining of Asians "bloody and posts – come here to take our jobs and tax dollars." Shit pay taxes why not allow? I prefer that I only have big ass Keith Miller of the world. What is really disgusting and I do not want to be part of it.

But of course, Cuba was not ideal. The dream is there and I think I probably worked before the Eastern bloc dissolved, but again if you really can not take care of themselves as a single unit and then communism did not he.
Personally, I think one major problems to explain why things do not work so well they should come from tourism. It is true that saved the country from famine, but has created a series of problems and people apparently divided into two types of personality. Type one are mainly the older generation, still very much in favor of Castro. They remember and appreciate life and the revolution post special time back (between autumn Eastern Bloc and the beginning of tourism), and also appreciate the tourists who saved your ass when things look pretty bleak. So they treat tourists with gratitude respect and kindness. The second type, what I call the "next generation" of Cubans seem much more cynical and secure their are really "fair". These people are very resentful of tourists often to the point that they are rude (turning his back, scaring etc.) I think the problem is that they are aware of what life was like before. All they see are these rich idiots, with their fine clothes, digital cameras and flash money available to throw around, move around to see all the different cultures and places. Anything that can wrong and what could be if things were different. I guess you piss me off.

Another major problem with the tourists in the rental gap in what people earn in terms of whether they work in the tourism industry or not. Money is a bit complex, but Cuba has two currencies – local pesos and convertible pesos. Tourists are allowed to use convertible pesos each convertible peso is really worth 10 pesos Cubans. So actually, if I had to enter in a store and buy a bottle of water – it cost me PB1 (about 50p) and a Cuban 1p (about 5p). So, in reality, they are supports ten times more tourists from all that still seems reasonable (2 mojitos tend to be about 5cp – £ 2.50 – not bad!). This means that someone when you tip in a bar, for example 1CP – receive about £ 5.00 dollars out of him yet only costs 50 pence. I think it's absolutely brilliant and I do not see why other countries have not taken root. In Thailand, why not charge £ 5.00 for a meal instead of 50p?! Tourists continue to pay £ 5.00! But people in the tourism industry, with its suggestions, get a lot more money available than any other that led to inequality in the village – communism is not all. Take for example the scene of the trip we made trips to the mountains of Trinidad. The cost was each for a total of 14cp 7cp and see our guide kept us 9:00 to 2:00 p.m. in the blistering heat with enthusiasm about all the time, we had a cry and told him 20cp keep the change. So they 6CP – £ 3 for us, worth £ 30. What makes you feel good as a tourist. Have a piece of that value is not much that you makes a huge difference in the local life. In fact, his monthly salary to 300p is actually said to one fifth of what they earn in a month. Really crazy. However, you think all doctors and teachers outside of their asses slave etc. and see nothing like that for them. Where is the incentive to work, then? This is not fair and that is where the system actually collapses. Could certainly feel some concern and I think especially Now that Castro has resigned, great changes are underway. I guess if thinking again of going I recommend you switch as soon as possible. (Listen to make predictions when policy two weeks ago did not even know what communism really meant!)

Anyway In any case, enough of politics and return to reality. Damn I'm sorry, but I'm addicted! Six months ago, to spend all my time looking Google and Che Guava "communism for Dummies "or writing blogs ridiculously long that nobody will read (except maybe Sam – and even, it is likely you bored now), would although I had Nout best thing to do. But now that I do, as the review of these examinations bastard, and this new found obsession is considerably reduced productivity is at stake!

Yet the party (which was the end of the day) was a great success. I love to go back and see and do more of the same, and like so many places I've been I say that the first day. But then I realize that to return to some hand I have been to sacrifice a new site I can get obsessed with the moment at the following location … .. etc. etc.

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What flowers are large and thick branches of trees with white flowers enough?

I recently went to a wedding where the play was a thick, green stem height (probably about 5 feet high) with other branches arising. She had beautiful small white flowers. I imagine a kind of orchid, this time, but nobody knows variety?

I am not sure of the green stem, but our marriage we have the high branches of white flowers in bloom, or dogwood or cherry blossoms – the two are the flowers of spring in the south – the reception centers. I can not wait to see it all together!