A hurricane? Oh well...
Trip Start Mar 01, 2006
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Of course on the way back our driver took us to a tourist shop-restaurant. Well anyway we needed to pee, and Tatiana bought a Spanish version of the Cuban constitution, that her father had been looking for!
On the highway there were horsecarts, naturally.
A kind of bid truck, converted into a mean of public transportation, was loading and unloading passengers on the right lane, while cars speeded by.
Back in Havana, we went to Tatiana's place: her dad workig for the Brazilian Embassy, we were in a posh neighbourghood, in a nice residence, with a great view over the Russian embassy, the "mind control watch tower" as they'd call it. We got to meet Tatiana's mum, it was interesting to get her insight on living in Cuba, and she wanted to hear everything about our travels too. Daughter of a diplomat, and married to a diplomat, she had been living all over the world, and spoke so many languages.
In the evening I followed Julia to the place where all rest of the "group" was staying. A hurricane was on the Eastern part of Cuba, where I intended to go, so I decided to setlle down there for a few days. A good idea, I was with the Swedes and Brits and Cubans and more, only fabulous people, most of which were studying spanish, so it was quite a break from the travelling rythm.