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A joyous yet melancholy tribute to Fidel Castro's muse and right hand woman, in Manzanillo.Chapter: A seemingly Sacred Place
Celia Sanchez Memorial | An imposing steel monument to Che Guevara, Fidel's right hand man. Can you spot the Bike Friday?Chapter: Christmas in Havana
Che Memorial | I looked a right scruff next to the ornate decor on otherwise modest houses in CienfuegosChapter: A Loiter Too Far
Colonial House in Cienfuegos | Propaganda posters seemed to have more verve than 'Coke Adds Life' - only a matter of time before the scourge of the latter mars the simple and appealingly honest streetscape of Cuba.Chapter: Christmas in Havana
We Believe in the Revolution | $1 for three little shots: capitalismo flourishes within communismo: just look at his cool threads and big fat cigar.Chapter: Christmas in Havana
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The all waved me off after spending Near Years Day camped at La Altura beach in front of the house they were guarding - where they could keep an eye on me. Chapter: Millennium Bugs
Family in Window | A pregnant Yame, Dulce Maria, the Bike Friday and I before I set off for Havana. Chapter: Guantanamera
Holguin Family | Ivan and Mirella wanted me to stay another night to help them meet the monthly fee for their guesthouse license. I wish I could have stayed with them all my life...Chapter: Long Enough in Trinidad
Ivan & Mirella in Trinidad | A handful of the 24 critters who were minding their own business on Cayo St Felipe until we came along...Chapter: The World's Worst Sailor
Lobster Liineup | Seventy-something Dulce Maria hauled that cart down the road to get drinking water from the local shop - fortunately it was available that day - and hauled it all the way back again. I tried to move the cart with all my weight and it did not budge. Chapt
Looking for Water |
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My left pedal shook itself off during the Truck Ride from Hell, and these guys got me a new beaten up second hand old one in Sancti Spiritus - for a princely sum of $4.
Lost Pedal | All he has are the clothes on his back, a fresh lettuce and his limo - a Flying Pigeon bicycle from communist brother nation, China. Chapter: Heading West
Man on Bike in Mariel | I made it! I made it to the town of the same name in Costa Rica where my beau lived. Sadly, by this time I was a woman replaced.... such is the nature of travel...Chapter: A Seemingly Sacred Place
Manzanillo | Mogotes are loaf-shaped mountains of limestone worn away by seeping water, near Vinales, Pinar del Rio province.Chapter: Land of the Mogote
Mogotes | A wonderful little Cuban resort just around the corner from 5-star Guadalavaca in Holguin. David and Jorge are paid "mou poco" to be hotel managers, cooks, bottle washers, maintenance men, complaints committee... Chapter: The Last Resort
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