Cienfuegos, Trinidad and Playa Larga

cock fighter

Entonces, after a long ride on the bus, we finally got to Cienfuegos. At the bus station, people started jumping on us offering accommodation straight away, they would push and drag you by the hand, even though you are trying to get your luggage off the bus. After questioning what were the prices around this town, I called the number of a recommended casa and made a deal to stay there cheap. I wouldn’t recommend staying at any recommended casas – if you shop around you can find really nice casas, for a good price and with good friendly people. The place we stayed at was ok, but nothing to brag about.

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Happy Anniversary!

Yesterday we celebrated our one year of crazy awesome travelling in style- we went surfing (as you can see), had cold beers in the afternoon followed by delicious dinner with equally delicious rum, accompanied by our new friends. Great Success!

Tandem surfing
Tandem surfing
synchronised paddling
synchronised paddling

Thanks to everyone, who has been following our adventures! The “old” friends are greatly missed. 🙂

Pinar del Rio and La Bajada

Sorting and drying the tobacco

We left Vinales in a collective (shared taxi) to get to Pinar Del Rio, where we stayed with David’s family on a tobacco farm. It was quite a unique experience and I don’t think many tourists get to stay on a proper Cuban farm. The experience would have been a lot better, in my opinion, if we knew Spanish at least a tiny bit better.  Maybe we would have even been able to do some work at the farm, but ah well..It’s hard enough to understand people speaking fast, left alone country people speaking in their own accent/way. Nevertheless, it was super sweet and lovely. The first day we spent just wondering around the farm and trying to save a little chicken, but he died…We’ve seen piglets and bulls, roosters and chicks and how Cuban’s spend their day working in the field.

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Vinales- tobacco farms, caves and tourists

Tobacco farm

Next day we woke up after 2 hours nap to catch a morning bus to Vinales. Arriving at the bus station 40 min before the buses scheduled departure, we got stuck in a queue to buy tickets for our touristy expensive bus waiting for locals to buy tickets for their locals bus. By the time we reached the cashier, she spontaneously stood up and went away to solve another passenger’s problem. 20 min until bus…15…10 min…She returns just to let us know that there are no more seats on the bus…Very rudely. What a b…! Never mind, we went out of the station, found two germans and caught a taxi for 2 cuc more and got there at least an hour before our full bus got there, which gave us more time and opportunities to shop around for a casa. Our casa in Vinales cost us 20 cuc per night for a room. The cassa owner would advertise it as a very friendly place with a pool, where you cn relax in hot weather. Sure thing you can, but it doesn’t mean the pool will save you from the heat, since there is no water in it. Eventually the pool would get filled with dodgy soapy non transparent water. Not very inviting. Anyhow, we didn’t have much time for a leisurely sit in a pool, because beautiful Vinales waited to be explored.

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Finally I am here. After dreaming about this country for about five years if not more, I am here. Lying in my bed. In arguably the best casa particulara in Havana, staring at the phosphorous stars glued to the ceiling, I lie here mesmerised by the atmosphere of this city, by beautiful people walking the streets, by my super lovely and welcoming hosts, by couch surfing (again! 🙂 ), even by this old peeling window blinds that separate me from the ever beautiful, rough, romantic and incredibly sexy city- Habana…

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Мои зимние каникулы.

Из Пуэрто Рико я полетела в Нью-Йорк навестить Юляшу, которая живёт в двух часах от большого яблока, в Албани. Остановившись в самом городе Нью-Йорке на три дня, в Албани я поехала на три недели…но всё по порядку.

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Люди Доминики

Rastaman vibrations, yeah...
За это время проживания в нашей маленькой деревеньке мы успели познакимиться с  разными людьми. Вобще по какой-то причине люди приходили к нам сами и какие люди! Но начнём сначала.

Hiking in Dominica

Передвод слова хаикинг я так и не придумала и не нашла, поэтому буду тупо писать “хаикинг”, пока не изобрету альтернативы. 🙂
Доминику называют островом природы на Карибах. И не зря. Остров вулканического происхождения с высокими пиками, которые создают свой микроклимат и и поэтому остров не страдает от недосдатка воды или засухи (Антига видимо страдала). Самый высокий пик на Доминике 1447 метра- Морн Диаблотин. Слышали что хаик туда просто зверски тяжёлый, но по прибытию наверх открывается умопомрачительный вид на остров и можно видеть оба берега- восточный и западный. Мы туда не дошли, нужно что-то оставить на следующий раз. 🙂

Доминика- остров сказка, остров мечта…

Я долго думала какую же фотографию выбрать заглавной…Думаю эта хорошо демонстрирует почему я влюблена в эту страну, в этот остров- необузданные красочные джунгли и необыкновенные очень гостеприимные люди..хоть они и не выглядят здесь очень уж гостеприимно с мачете в руках…тем не менее вам придётся поверить мне на слово. 🙂

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