From Havana we took a Viazúl bus to Trinidad, the beautiful colonial town on the southwestern coast. We had a nice Casa Particular at
Victor's and went to the beach at Playa Ancón a few times. One day, Denis and I went diving
with Pedro, a dive instructor (or so he said). The rental equipment was in about
the same condition as his car.
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| Our viazúl bus,
a very comfortable ride |
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| The autopista
nacionàl carries most of the north-south motor traffic - which
isn't a lot |
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| Upon arriving
at Trinidad bus terminal, a line of people yelling your name will
try to rent you their Casa Particular. We dodged them |
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| Trinidad is
famous for its well-preserved colonial architecture |
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| The town is a
UNESCO world heritage |
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| The Canadian
girl who borrowed Marc her Caribbean Handbook |
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| Our dive trip
took place in a '51 Chevy... |
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| ...although
ours looked a lot more like this one. The exhaust seemed to lead
directly into the cabin |
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| Tropical fish
could be seen in abundance, but sharks and barracudas were only seen
by the next group |
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| The next day... |
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| ...we'd
unwind at the beach of Playa Ancón |
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| The Trinidad
Gang |
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| In the
background is the Casa de la Música, where we spent most our nights |
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| The local
artisans market is fairly large |
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| Revolutionary
literature |
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| A sign you'll
see on quite a few Cuban shops. Funny and sad at the same time |
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| Las cuevas is a
series of huge caverns with a discotheque inside |
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| The tower of the Valle de los
ingénios, used to watch over the sugar slaves |
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