Havana 3

Yes, Havana continues. 

The Capitol and the Gran Teatro - easily my favourite building. 

Parc Centrale.

The Havana Harri

Hanging out in another of Hemingway's gaffs. 

Off the beaten

A little excursion. 

First stop Santa Clara where Che is buried.

Next stop Torres mountains for some hot trekkin' action. 

Natural lake action - so so beautiful. 

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A little Cuba Libre

We took a little trip in to the centre of Cuba. 

This is Trinidad (no Tabago - or tabasco for that matter), one of the oldest and best preserved colonial towns. Full of colour. 

Love this guy. And maybe, just maybe, I'll post the version with me and the rooster. 

Oh yes, that happened. 

Probably the picture of the trip, if you will.

Woodland and our guide Danis. 

A cheeky Canchanchara cocktail (local goodtime) - rum, lemon and honey. 

Dad was mad for it. 

Couldn't stop him. 

Havana pt dos

Gran Teatro. Stunning.

The Partagas cigar factory. 

Not a single women rolled a cigar on her thighs.

But pretty cool to watch it all in action. 

See what I mean about the hotel view. 

Capitolio and Gran Teatro to the right, Belle Arts to the left. 

You should have seen the hotel Dad had picked out. 

Brett, Dean, it was New Orleans all over again - communist style.

Dona Teresa. 

A little Havana colour and atmosphere.

Yes that's right, another daiquiri. 

The mojitos really were pretty terrible.

Chronologically this was the night we thought would be our last in Havana. 

But turned out I would be back at this rooftop pool bar again. 

Havana - through a lens

Happy Havana Woodland Creature. 

Our first night, after a lot of walking in crazy heat and in crazier streets, it was time for a beer by the pool. 

Mojito score: 1/10.

View: 9/10.

The cathedral at dusk. Prettiness. 

City at sunset, from our hotel in fact. 

Dark clouds lent a lot of mood and anticipation.

"Until victory, always."

Come on down Che. 

They were right - he sure did bring the sex appeal to the revolution.

Smokin' hot beret insurgency. 

Have always wanted to see this. 

As you can imagine, there's an entire T series of 'Havana cars' with a special emphasis on numberplates and details. 

More on that later. 

Of course if you're in Havana you're going to come across Hemingway. 

Floridita's - his daiquiri gaff. 

Compulsory you understand. 

And that would be mine. Shaken, not frozen. 

In fairness, bloody delicious. 

A well-thumbed daiquiri Deano. 

I really should have got a pic with Dad and this - The Old Man and the Daiquiri.

The Capitolio all lit up. 

Shame the thing was closed for renovation. Gah.