It's been almost a week already since I got back from Cuba and I'm finally adjusting back into the Canadian lifestyle. The cold weather and snow tends to help a bit, I guess. I am in the process of compiling a few pictures to post on this here web thingy along with what will be a bang up article about the intrepid travels of yours truly.
Seems we didn't get our audience with Fidel like we wanted, although I am thinking that even without the broken arm and leg he might have been a no show (probably). I like to tell people he broke his bones when he tripped dancing to the polka at one of our concerts. Doesn't usually impress, though.
Saw a lot of motorcycles in Havana, almost as many as cars and some oldies too. There's no helmet law down there so it was a shock to see everyone tooling around with their hair flying in the breeze. We also saw lots of old cars from the fifties. Some in good shape and some not so great. Guess it depends on how good a driveway mechanic you are. Once the old Chevy short block gives out most guys will drop in an old Russian diesel. It's odd to see a 57 Chevy chugging along like a locomotive with black smoke pouring out the back.

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