And when I say good news, I mean... well, not that many news. But we got the first moving pictures (A wonderful rumba ceremony-party-concert, with jut a few tourists, ay Changó really cleared my mind there, and the Abel Marcel Trio in the theater in the "Museo de Bellas Artes", geat guy, plays like a god, improvises like a cuban)
The guys we met on the Malecón the other day turned out not to be the racketeers we expected, but just humble cuban musicians (that still consider us to be a viable source of income, but at least they don´t want to cheat or rob us. Gooooood vibes!)
My small trusty Canon HF11 is just the right size: Nobody feels threatened by a phallic symbol that small, everywhere we are recognized as being the tourists that we are, and of course tourists take pictures. No trouble there (Yet. None to come too, I hope). Yay!
My credit card unexpectedly ceased it´s function yesterday, but that´s something I can live with as long I have these other europeans here to borrow money from. :D
Thomas is recovering, thanks to "Sal de Rehidratación Oral" and lots of sleep. His bowels are calming down, and he´s starting to think about downing another hamburger. Without salad, this time. Experience is the best teacher, right?
The posh "Hotel Parque Central", our current communication HQ, is a wonderful zoo of mostly obese tourists, smoking big fat tobacco-dicks and looking for slim and curved cubanitas to share the experience. Puagh.
so far, so good, so relaxed:
- thaelmann - for the nueva vista team
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