Cuba February, 2017. We did a bike tour. Only Germans do things like that. 30-34°C, headwind, heat reflecting from the tarmac, more potholes than roads. And 14 from 17 people got Delhi Belly. The hygiene standards in the hotels put me off eating. I ate toast and bananas for breakfast and only stuff that was grilled with a flame thrower for the rest of the time. And escaped the bugs. I got most of my calories from Rum. Havana was OK. Like a fifties Hollywood set. The façade is there but one street behind the set everything is crumbling. And of course the association with Hemingway. Mojitos in La Bodeguita Del Medio. Fifty years of zero investment and since the breakdown of the eastern European complex, no customers for sugar cane anymore. And the oldtimers of course. Exhaust fumes you can chew. Lots of Amis and all-inclusive hotels with top drawer prices and bottom drawer guests. The farther east you get the poorer the people. The area at the extreme eastern point of the island where the hurricane hit is still largely devastated. I took T shirts for the adults and coloured pencils for the children. It’s heart-breaking to see how little these kids have and just how limited there chances are.
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