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The Rest of Cuba: AVOID DAZZLE!!

(When driving in Cuba, it is important that you Avoid dazzle.)


There isn't a whole lot more to say about my vacation. 70% of my waking hours were spent reading or lying with a book not open and listening to the waves. The other 30% contained these moments:

  • Nightly games of Scrabble. Usually on our balcony. We're kind of like a nerdy old couple, but we embrace our inner nerd with much joy.
  • Fighting the current to ride the waves. A great resistance workout, with the added bonus of floating your way back to shore.
  • Bread. Sweet bread. Cuban food isn't great. But dang, do they do their bread well. It was the highlight of every meal for me.
  • Daytrip into Havana with our rented car and new British friends. Adventure and laughter, sweat and sightseeing. No disasters.
  • Movies on HBO and CTV Edmonton news. From 9-11pm, we knew we'd watch something entertaining, if awful. And for some strange reason, Cuba has decided that Edmonton is the best locale from which to sample Canadian television...
  • People-watching. Oh, the things that you see! I might write an entire entry on the tattoos that I saw and how my desire for one has decreased as a result.
I have put a couple more photos up on my flickr stream, although I'm not really thrilled with them. I just took my point & shoot, and I'm increasingly dissatisfied with it. I want a Canon that fits in my pocket, so sleek and sweet...

Also, top 4 industries in Cuba. See if you can arrange them in the appropriate order:
  • Tobacco/Alcohol exports
  • Medical services (ie, foreigners who come to Cuba for medical purposes)
  • Tourism
  • Mining

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