We are back in Cuba for a week. The country, just 100 miles from the Florida coast, feels like it exists in a completely different century.
We started traveling in Viñales. Viñales is an amazing part of the western Cuba, but we started traveling with a solid part, and we spent three days on the road on a bicycle via Red-Dirt farmland for three days.
Since US citizens can’t stay at a cuba hotel owned by the government, we stayed in a local house and showed a rare and humble appearance under the regime of the tribe. The power was hardly working and the generator could never be maintained. There was no Internet access.
We traveled to a cigarette farm, had a good meal at Palada Les (personally operated restaurant), and constantly reminded us how many constraints the Cuban people faced.
At some point, our travel leaders broke the clutch on the bus. It can be rescued by the caravan of an American car in the 1950s. It was a scene that went straight in the movie and was one of the most memorable parts of travel.
Then Havana came, the city of unforgettable beauty. If you are sidelines, you can still see Spanish colonial architecture, gorgeous appearance, useless as useless.
But decades have collapsed many buildings. It feels like walking through a city that is not preserved like a museum and weathered like a ghost village.
Cuba is a country consisting of two forces: choke hold of the US and its own wounds of its own government policy.
The result is corrupt everywhere. This is a very bad choice that has simply evaporated over the last 65 years.
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