Nothing says Cuban like a number plate that
spells out Cuba (thanks to Mrs B and
Mini Mega Beast for this shot)
Cuban sunset
Turns out that Cuba have thier
very own Mr Magoo
The Bus Service left a little to be desired
and was currently running about 5 year's
behind schedule....
Mrs B sure knows how to blend
in with the locals....
I'm just glad she did not light it as it would
probably have ended in divorce....
I seemed to attract 4 legged locals
and homeless people. At least the
homeless people don't sniff your
crotch....
How can you resist those little eyes?
This little chap was only a few weeks old
and as sickly as Che Guevara but I would not
bet against him surviving....
This explains a lot, sometimes, just sometimes,
there is too much music....
I like the way the fan and the markings
on the cat mirror each other...
Ripe for renovation
I have a feeling that this might not reach
European electrical safety standards....
A Cuban Citizen Smith.
For the record the cigar was just a prop and a
cynical method of tempting to extort money
out of tourists with heavy cameras.
I've never been cursed by a Rastafarian before.
It's not so bad and should wear off after a couple
of decades….
They might be poor but on the whole
most Cubans seem fairly happy...
He looks a bit defensive over his washing, I guess
there must have been a few recent thefts in the area.
Catch you next week where I hope to fill in the details of our 400+ miles cycling around the Island and publish some more photo's.....(don't worry it won't be all 2,000 of them).
