WHY WE NEED TO TRAVEL, by a friend of Lisa Young. We need to travel, of we do not offer ourselves to the unknown our senses dull, our world becomes small and we lose our sense of wonder. Our eyes do not lift to the horizon, our ears do not hear the sounds around us. Our experience is restricted as we pass our days in a routine that is both comfortable and limiting. We then wake up one day and we find we have lost our dreams in order to protect our days. Do not...

Went to a club, even in Cuba the dj is a at fat guy sitting behind a Mac playing the charts. The stage was a dance floor and Felipe danced ALL night and the rest of us made the commitment to the moves a little later. Lisa as usual attracted weird guys. Jason got chatted up by guys two and a half times. Caught our Cadillac home, got out $2 bottle of rum, had a quick burger (phillipe was too late and ran to find a pizza, successfully) then went tithe beach. ...

So things I now know about Cuba. Heavy police presence in havana and didnt see or hear (or feel) about anything dangerous. You can drink on the streets and buy alcohol all day long There are a lot of gay folk There are a lot of prostitutes Heavy pollution and population in Havana Havana do not really do "service". They will let you stand at the counter looking like a big white manakin an awkwardly long time before serving. There are two currencies, Cuban...

Went to the bus station to find a bus to Valadero, ~200km from Havana. Man with gold teeth offers us a car ride for the same price of bus but he will be quicker and have 'air conditioning'. So bags in the boot alongside his baseball bat and four of us squeeze in the back seat, after lisa gets a phone number on a piece of card board from a crazy looming guy in the bus stop. After a lot a sweat sharing and the car bar we arrived in Valadero. A lot more cleaner a...

Man, I can't believe I'm in Cuba. Rolando from the hostel says Havana is completely safe but the people do not earn much so do not take purses, cameras or bags out on the street at night. We had a cocktail last night called a zombie. It was three layers of rum topped (more like a film) of orange juice. Today we were zombies. We walked about trying to see havana, met our friends from the gay bar. Had some street pizza and juice. (post note, no diarrhea) Foun...