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Roy on his way to the breakfast buffet in the lower part of the hotel.
It opened at 0600 and at 0620, it was almost
full of hungry guests. |
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The entrance of the hotel. The sea seen from the
garden. |
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Nice, 25 meters pool with now
water. The sign stating the obvious, closed. |
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The pool seen from below the hotel.
Not nice and not maintained. The sea view from
the hotel garden. |
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A gun emplacement to protect the
harbor of Havana. A plaque telling some story in
Spanish. |
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Our room was nice with all the
necessities. Martin is staring at the big
chandelier above him. |
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Our hotel room 501. The hotel is
from 1930 and the rooms are in their original shape, though well maintained
over the years. Martin getting ready for the
day.
Waiting for our bus outside the hotel.
Time to join our group for the morning trip of
Havana.
Our guide in the bus. |
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Olaug is still going strong, boobs
and all. Martin has met her on many trips. Have a look at the one to
Malta.
The
old pre-1959 cars are well kept due to private ownership. |
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Cuba is a communist country of the
old school. Still no economical freedom as in Vietnam and China. They
produce drab monuments like this revolutionary statue.
Here is a picture of Fidel in the old, grey commie style. |
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Jose Marti is an hero from the
uprising towards the Spaniards in the 1880-ties.
Here to grey monuments over their hero, Che and Fidel. |
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Well maintained
pre-1959 American cars. Nobody maintains
anything and the buildings are falling apart like here. Nobody owns them,
why should anyone maintain them? Good old commie logic. |
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Our hotel, street view.
The hotel's entrance on the side. |
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Old cars are the one
unique patterns of Cuba. The old cars is a
colorful part of the sparsely populated streets of Cuba. |
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Che's building.
One of the narrow streets of Havana. |
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Another derelict,
un-maintained building. |
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Another pre-1959
monument of some local hero. La Bogeguita Del
Medio, Ernest Hemmingway's watering hole. |
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The entrance was very
narrow. There were thousands of signatures on
the wall with pictures. |
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The life outside Del
Medio. People waiting to get inside. Roy and his
lady for the trip, Vibeke. |
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Hemmingway at his bar
as a mural. Martin is having a rest. |
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Martin battling to take
a photo of one of the travelers. One man with
the same colorful shirt as Martin has. |
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Another majestic
building, just a skeleton after 66 years of commie neglect. Hopefully, now
they can rejuvenate it after Barak Muslim Obama has cozened up to the
commies. More derelict buildings. Why should
anybody maintain them? It is nobody's property, but "The Commie State". Why
should anyone care? |
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Martin got tired of
walking and ordered a bike cab back. Here the cabbie talking to the bouncer
at the bar we where to have a drink. Off on the
road. A very muscular driver.
And he had plenty of colleagues in the streets. |
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Another pre-1959 car,
well maintained. It has a private owner. Boys in
the street having some drinks and a card game. Not too happy to be
photographed by Martin. |
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Martin's Jägermeister.
Roy and Martin take a drink every morning for the stomach.
In the evening, time for some
girlie music. |
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