On the Buses...Finally

Well, you'll be glad to know, we made it out of Havana on our third attempt.

We saw a couple of the smaller towns with their beautiful cobbled streets, had an overnight stay in, and a walk through, the mountains near Trinidad before stopping at the enormous Che Guevara mausoleum, complete with a very prominent poster for Hugo Chavez, on the way back but it was a very serious place, more them showing us propaganda than allowing us a proper gander...

It wouldn't be Cuba though, without one last hiccough.  When we got back to our (new) hotel in Havana, they had no electricity in the the rooms we'd been booked into.  It was explained however, that they'd moved us to a better hotel nearby.  They then organised for the porter to wheel our bags the six blocks to the hotel, while we walked along behind trying not to look like colonial stooges.  And, to be fair, the alternative place was impressive, overlooking the Plaza d'Armas.

The first book-seller starts to set up in Plaza d'Armas

So, a last mojito/daiquiri in one of Hemmingway's haunts before heading back to Panama, which, I must say, has lost its allure, now that I've discovered that Panama hats are actually from Ecuador.  And from there it would be just a single night stay before flying on to Buenos Aires.

And so ended our Cuban misadventure, but it was great fun and definitely a place to come back to.  Meanwhile, in spite of my belief that a mojito does cover most of the food groups, I do need to reacquaint myself with not drinking rum cocktails at lunchtime...