October 2015 – mtlancelot

Playa Larga, Cuba

October 29, 2015October 30, 2015Tagged Cuba, PlayaLargaLeave a comment

Playa Larga is basically Bay of Pigs. A perfect name if pigs were lobsters (there are a ton of lobster). Some good recent history here, although none of it visual. This was a 2 day, 3 night layover on the way to Vinales. Here were the reefs we heard so much about, incredible color and diversity in sea life. This was a tiny beach town and after killer seafood dinners, we ended every day drinking rum on the porch. We also spent a Cuban holiday here, although I don’t remember what it is called. The beach was packed with drunk, dancing Cubans, and lots of good cars and buses.

Trinidad, Cuba

October 22, 2015November 5, 2015Tagged Cuba, trinidad1 Comment

Trinidad is small, quaint, and relaxing. The houses are historic and colorful, and the beer is cheap. Next to a fantastic beach where the water is almost too warm, we had some food and a pina colada that spelled death for Carmen’s tum. I was forced to go on a catamaran ride without her, but she did manage to make it to the waterfall in the middle of a jungle. A very old model Ford, tad newer than a T, took us over the rough path to get there. I felt foolish for owning a 4×4 truck.

Our hosts Yani and Luisma were a delight. They planned 90% of this entire trip for us and made us feel like family. I am still in contact with them. The last night they took us to the “club in the cave”, it was a dance club in a cave, about 50 feet under the earth. Geology awe aside, I also came to learn that every Cuban is a professional dancer.

These are wasps nests. Some real Indiana Jones shit right here — These are wasps nests. Some real Indiana Jones shit

Havana, Cuba

October 20, 2015November 5, 2015Tagged Che, Cuba, Fidel, Havana, LaRevoluction, vintagecars1 Comment

In July of this year, Carmen and I went to Cuba. It took me quite some time to get around to these photos.

July 17, 2015

It is 7PM and everything is cooler. The wind, the heat, our room, and even the beer. We arrived at 2PM today, exhausted after an overnight at the hive-like Tampa airport, adrenaline fueled from Cuban Customs questioning, and sweating like being stuck in a sauna. Our taxi, a ’57(?) Chevrolet, colored like old salmon flesh turned hesitations into ecstasy.