Back from Cuba now. The internet connections there were too slow to blog regularly, and now I'm back it's hard to summarise the entire holiday. But I think my favourite moment was when we went horseriding in Vinales and our (very unofficial) guide took us to meet his friend Chico (who, he kept telling us, was 'loco').

Chico was a proper Cuban cowboy. He was sitting in this hut made out of palm trees and bamboo, wearing a cowboy hat and no shirt, chopping the tops off coconuts with a machete. He poured in rum, sugar, lemon and lime and served it to us with a straw. Only the Germans with the antibacterial hand spray (give up! It's Cuba!) objected to alcohol at 10am. He rolled us cigars from his home-grown tobacco, again chopping the tops off with his machete (which our guide kept pretending to slit Chico's throat with).

It just seemed properly foreign, and brings to mind Chris's old band, Fidel Castro And Those Crazy, Crazy Cubans.

Monday, December 11, 2006 | |

 

2 comments:

Sam said...

Did you take your antibacterial spray with you?

12/11/2006 3:21 p.m.  
CG said...

No, I am normally anal about that sort of thing but I think there are places wehre you just have to accept that you cannot be as hygienic as you'd like to be. Cuba is one of those places.

12/11/2006 4:05 p.m.  

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