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A mamouth trek across the country exchanges rolling hillocks for more structured farmland and arable plantations; although the pastel colours remain their pantones are on the bolder side.

The cobbled streets of Trinidad are more of a tourist destination than Vinales, although amazingly confusing to navigate having been designed to flumux pirate raids when the town was first born, with the size of the colonial properties around reflecting Trinidads old position as the centre of the sugar industry. With the wealth contained in the houses completely disproportional to peoples wages it is quite a supprise to see antiques that would make David Dickinson wet his pants.
We found a beautiful 3 story casa with 2 massive roof terraces

overlooked by and ancient mango tree, where we would eat all our meals for the next few days, and so much marble in it that even the banister up the stairs was handcrafted out of a single piece.

Everyone here is an artist of sorts, be it a painter in one fo the many galleries, a musican in one of the many bands around town, or a barmaid who came up with this beauty ### which promptly wipped me out for an hour as it was about 50% alcohol!. Although after discovering that a bottle of rum was only 80p we soon made some good combinations of our own...

Needing another break from the relentless heat the next day was a pleasent cruise on a cat

to Cayo Blanco, 15kms off the coast. A beautiful white sand island populated by hundreds of hermit crabs

and iguanas, with some great snorkling on the reef just off shore.

Hooking up with a few others that evening we felt the safety in numbers needed to find the cave club. You know those spelunking trips you did at school, well the Cubans have found a decent alternative where you don´t have to crawl around in bat shit - a full on 200person club in a cave with lazers and everything. 100m undergound it is like something out of the lost boys where you´re expecting Kiether Sutherland bitiing your neck at any moment. Shame about the music which was a bizzare take on Cuban R&B, it would be an awesome place to hold a full on party.
A relaxing strole through the local mountains the next day

and a swim in the waterfall

cleansed out any remenants of a hangover the night before, then a bike tour (on particularly shoddy bikes) to Playa Ancon for a last bit of snorkling in the Trinidad region.

I'm starting to think that I should register all the stuck_in_* addresses just in case of these eventualities. For those that know of the Australian fiasco, it wasn't quite as bad as that but nearly as stupid...

I was meant to be in Guatemala now, chilling on a lake before starting my spanish course tomorrow, however fate (or more acurately the Cuban system) was against me. I got to the airport well in advance, knowing how much queuing goes on around here, and checked in with plenty of time to spare so sat down with a coffee to do some swatting up on the country.
Just as I was packing up to go through to departures the nice man that checked me in found me and the conversation went something as follows:

cuban: 'you plane has left'
me: 'sorry?"
cuban: 'you have missed you flight'
me: 'no I haven't'
cuban: 'thats it on the runway'
me: 'bugger'
me: 'but its still got an hour to go before it leaves!!'
cuban: 'no, the clocks changed last night and we haven't updated the ones in the airport yet'
me: 'raaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'

and so on...

I tried to book another flight, but the ones that are running are completly full, so I'm stuck around here until thursday when I'm going to pretty much chain myself to the f*cking plane so it can't leave without me this time.

oh well, not as bad as my friend who just spent the last 2 days in jail for trying to repremand a guy who stole his wallet, and wasn't allowed to call anyone to give him bail...

(and yes there were probably anouncments, but they're never for you are they?!)

going to drink rum now, and lots of it

Leaving the hustle and bustle of Havana behind it's a short hop on a perfectly air-conditioned tourist bus to the Valleys of Vinales.

Every country has its own take on the mellow chill-out town, and Vinales is the best of the many the Cuba has to offer. Where as it may not have all the hippy prerequists of other Caribean islands it makes up with the pure friendliness of the people. Rocking chairs come as standard with the houses and in the evenings everyone sits on their porch watching the world go by.

Moving from the initial tourist hotel into the more Cuban Casa Particular (essentially just a B+B) was a pleasant change, the people are great and the food superb (apart from the birthday cake which pretty much consists of magnolia flavoured sugar meringue)

A moped ride is a must in any country and the afternoon was spent checking out the mogottes and authentic cave paintings…

Although the next days horse-trecking allowed things to be seen at a slightly more sedate pace.

The major product in these hills is tobacco and the plantations stretched on for miles

interspersed only with sugar cane to keep the local rum drinkers watered. Telling people you don't smoke in Cuba brings about a strange look as Cigars are the norm in these parts, might have to get me one just to chew on for that authentic Clint look

Breaking in to the local resort to cool down in their pool was a life saver, along with the next days adventure to the coast and Cayo Levisa. Although the tranquility of most of Cuba's best beaches is spoilt by the resort hotels that take up much of the sands and views. Even the concept of ripping off a captive market is not lost of these people with even a bottle of water costing 3x as much as it does on the mainland.

The story begins in the home of quality rum, Buena Vista Social Club and shaking salsa booties; and even at a glance you can see how all compliment each other perfectly.

An early morning strole along the Malecon

, the 10km stretch of sea-wall sheltering Havana (though not always the tourists) from the worst of the storms, is where a lot of Cubans come to meet and pasty English tourists are easy to spot by the local jineteros (hustlers). With the promise of Buena Vista Social Club playing in their old haunts for óne day only' being too hard to resist I took a wander with 'John' into Centro Havana. Ok it was blatantly a lie, but in my experience the best way to see the true side of a country rather than the tourist façade is with a local, and even paying them $1-2 is a lot cheaper than I would get for a 1-1 spanish lesson in London.

You can easily see the wealth that was prevalent in this place

that has made it what it is now, but with the last few years of fighting and trade embargos everything has been neglected and so most places are in quite a state of disrepair, and when you see people queing at the ration shop for their weekly supply of rice, eggs and maize you know this is the real deal.

We go for a mohito in Bar Pekin, one of Buena Vista Social Club's favourite places, and after paying we leave but he returns to the bar for his commission. On returning this to me he explains how tourists are charged double if they are with a Cuban; maybe he's a nice guy after all?

The thing you can't miss is the beautiful cars

they're everywhere and obiously without any replacement parts coming in the resourceful engineering keeping them going is a testament to Cubans throughout the country.

Its hard to keep from shouting McFly and hitching a lift on the back of them on my hoverboard…

The next day is was over to the other side of the harbor to visit the Fortulazee San Carlos + lighthouse by cunningly joining on to the tail of an American tour group (they are good for something afterall!)

A lot more peaceful place although the metal detectors and body searches getting the ferry back across the harbor from Casablanca was strange (are they seriously worried about people hijacking the boat for passage to florida?!)

A tour and samples at the Havana Club rum factory put me in good stead to sample the pretty but more touristy parts of Havana Vieja (old town) before watching the sun set over the Malecon with the locals

The last part of the Havana tour is into the main revolutionary sites. Including the Havana Libre hotel where Fidel ran the country from the 23 rd floor

and the massive Plaza commemorating the revolution

Noticing a lot of people wandering around with bundles of plantain it was cool to stumble across the monthly locals market where produce is shipped in from the surrounding provinces, but even with the masses of food on offer there were still the obligatory queues for everything.

...first stop is Madrid where I´m currently sat in an internet cafe trying to get all the things done that I never quite got round to in London; despite having known I was going for ages, I left everything to the last minute.

It has been a lot harder than I imagined leaving the big smoke, after living there for 5 crazy years, it has really quite grown on me along with the people that have made it all it is. Big up to the whole Galahs/CMC/ Clapham crew.

Anyways, I think I´ve just about managed to whittle away my transit window now, so I am actually off to Cuba this time, where I hope to have something a little more interesting to write about in the next exciting installment.

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After living in the big smoke for the last 5 years, the wander lust is fully taking hold again so I'm off to go see a bit more of this planet before I duly settle down to being a corporate wh0re again.

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first stop Cuba...