Cuba, day 3: Lenin, Chocolate and Kindness

The irony of my being in Cuba was that I got charged for a visa even that I didn’t need one (being Russian), and that everything was so cheap but I couldn’t buy anything, because for some reason they didn’t exchange rubles and I was totally out of euros. I yearned to go to that…

Cuba, day 3: The Hemingway Trail

My Jewish luck – “adventure luck” – played a trick on me again in Cuba. I really wanted to go to the SAS Hemingway tour on the last day, but really didn’t want to spend any money on it. At last I decided to buy the ticket from a girl who didn’t want it, and…

Cuba, day 2: So You Want to Swim… Or Dance?

Beach. Sea. Swim swim swim. That’s pretty much all I was thinking about, shame on me. But on my quest to find the perfect blue water I’ve never been so close to my goal: Cuban beaches are world famous. And though I knew I won’t be able to make it to Varadero, I still wanted…

Cuba, day 1: Imagine… the Night

From the diary: “I’m so nicely boozed. Drunk and happy, in Havana. For the first time in a while I feel pleasantly boozed. And my head is light and dizzy, and my whole body relaxed. Maybe that’s why all these great people kept drinking. It helped them relax.

Cuba, day 1: Imagine… the Day

Taking into consideration all the trouble SAS had to go through to get us to Havana, our stay was spectacular. Not to mention that we were the first American ship to dock in Cuba in nine years due to the US embargo. It wasn’t such a big deal for me – being Russian I could…