Monkey Number 1 Says

Hmm, perhaps this is why I felt on the verge of respiratory collapse while visiting Havana. I thought is was all the Lada's and 1950's American Iron; but no - apparently it was the diesel burning, exhaust belching Soviet Era tanks. Seen here celebrating the 50th anninversay of Castro's return from exile, sailing in from Mexico aboard a yacht with 80 plus rebels (a few survived and made it to the the mountains where they fought guerilla warfare against the government. In 1959, Fidel, Raol, Che and the lads finally succeeded. That's my history lesson for the day.) Said tanks are undoubtedly creating more potholes that no-one will bother to pave in downtown Havana. Anyone who has seen the Cuban capital will tell you that this once Utopian Spanish Colonial inspired city will take your breath away one moment, and leave you on the verge of tears the next. If only the people had no idea about how the outside world lives, Fidel's idea would work. However, that just isn't the case; they want and want and want. Granted they are the best educated, fed and looked after (healthcare) of all the third world folks. All that comes at a price. Long live Fidel, my ass. And here's hoping you're next Raol. Wonder if this blog will slow my next entry to Cuba? Oh yeah, they won't know about it.