Hadampson:


That is tu amiga Melissa i guess

Exquisite

Spot on.
If you know you know

following..

samuel19222:
Lovely, nice cars and tricycles, but I thought there is a Yoruba community in Cuba.

I really don't know about that. I didn't meet a single Nigerian living there, that was strange to me considering that we tend to be everywhere.

Hadampson:
Wow

This is beautiful.. I would definitely want to cool off in a place like Havana with my South African babe in few years time

Not a smoker but when i get there, I'm going to try some Cuban cigars
Thanks for sharing your experience in Cuba with us edwonderz. Your narration is perfect 100%
I'm anticipating more

NiklauseFred, do you like Cuba

Subomi007 what's up

Iamboladee come and feed your eyes

DMPaulSr boss just dey come

drmayor95 been a while

SaintHilary Boss, come see something

I'm sure my boss @MackyNaija would have visited this place

Boss!!




Thanks for not letting this one pass me..

Damn, see classic cars..


Na dis kind of car i go buy

See has dem derailed the thread Op should have started in a diary section b4 moving it to travel section!

Petyprincess:
See has dem derailed the thread Op should have started in a diary section b4 moving it to travel section!

Mrs Poland, you're here to give your fake information again?

lillaowow:



Mrs Poland, you're here to give your fake information again?

Please desist from quoting me thank you! Everyone want to get noticed

lillaowow:


How's your polish boyfriend and his $1kUSD per month

błaznować!!!

Petyprincess:

błaznować!!!

Google translate still doesn't take you to Poland though

lillaowow:


Google translate still doesn't take you to Poland though

K,i hope one day google search can make your life busy so has not be stalking nd mentioning my post everywhere! Im done with your 1 minute self!!

lillaowow:


Google translate still doesn't take you to Poland though

Except from the pathetic use of Google Translate, she's forgotten she said she was only there for a short visit. She'll probably say she learnt it while on the visit.

Don't quote her anymore please, the girl has no shame.

samuel19222:
Lovely, nice cars and tricycles, but I thought there is a Yoruba community in Cuba.

Their president is originally from ijebu ode

I just love your vintage shirt... this Cuba worwor oo!! it's one hell of a country.. guess the weather will be hotter than Nigeria's

Op please update your thread .....im ma follower

Lol

darfay:



Their president is originally from ijebu ode

Thank you for sharing. I really liked your travel report. And the photos are great! Cuba is a country of undeniable enchantment with its amazing beaches, lush green countryside, and colorful historical cities and I would also like to go there. But I have already planned a trip to Vancouver, so Cuba will wait a bit. Anyway, thank you for sharing your impressions, which increased my desire to go to Cuba. And if we talk about Vancouver, I have a friend who lives there, so I can save money by staying in his apartment. I also read an article about attractions in Vancouver, which you can find here https://holidaynomad.com/north-america/where-to-stay-in-vancouver/. So, I am sure that I will have an exciting journey and get a great experience from it.

edwonderz:
Havana Travel Experience Day 1

Welcome to Cuba, the largest Caribbean island by area. It was my first time visiting the Capital City, Havana, and I wasn't sure how best to explore it within such a short period of time.

When you travel to an unfamiliar place, you will likely face barriers to finding an authentic experience unless you choose a tour operator well-versed in cultural immersion. On the surface, travel is about seeing new places. But I want to know, what are the people of this unfamiliar place passionate about? What are their lives really like? I want to experience completely different cultures, cuisines and landscape for myself.

There I was, contemplating on how to best get an authentic taste of Havana.

Should I hop on a bus or walking tour? Oh, no, there is little one can see on foot, and the bus will take you to picturesque, but superficial locations. Bicycling could be a good option, but then, as I scanned my surroundings, there were no bike rental shops nearby. What do I want to do then? As minutes elapsed, I pondered upon these inane rhetorical questions, and resorted to the perfect solution. I grabbed my backpack, refilled my water bottle and made my way to the exit door.

"Your ID and passport please," the immigration officer inquired.

“Sure,” I replied. I tossed them over to the counter as she checked for my visa. After a few seconds, she returned my passport, smiled and handed them back to me. "You are good to go señor."

It is a rare moment to see an immigration officer wearing a smile abroad. She wasn't anything like the one immigration officer I met in Dubai airport. The look on his face shouted: “F*** this job, I don't need it! I don't know why the F*** I am here stamping passports. I should be in Burj Kalifa smoking shisha, or racing in the desert with one of my Lamborghinis or gold plated Ferraris. F*** this job!”

As soon as I was cleared by security, I threw in my headphones and selected a Camila Cabello song on the playlist. I swapped my sneakers for my roller blades, and voilá! I was standing 6.4ft tall. One of the security officers noticed me, "Señor, our roads are not the smoothest for skating, are you sure you want to use those?"

"Yes officer, I'll take precautions", I responded. "Your road can't be worse than Aba," I joked, thinking that would be enough validation of my skills. I grew up in Aba, an industrial city in the eastern part of Nigeria. Back then, there was not a single tarred road. If I could skate on gravel, mud and through the floods in Aba, then I can skate on any Cuban road. After all, my favourite skating quote is “Stop worrying about the potholes in the road and enjoy the journey.”

Zooooom! I began gliding into the city, skating through every crib and corner while Camila Cabello was blasting into my ears “�Havana oh na na, Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na na�.” I was perplexed when some of the streets began to look too familiar. I had never been to Cuba before in my life. Soon I realised that I had seen those streets before; I was rolling on the very same streets and highways where the Fast and famous film was shot.

Havana looks exactly the same way it's portrayed in movies: old buildings, derelict houses, beautifully restored plazas. The buildings reflect the city's vibrant mix. Some streets are colourful, while others are more neutral and faded with age. Every street in Havana tells an interesting story. No street is the same. The residents custom of opening their homes into the streets completely moulded each road into it’s own unique streetscape.

I kept on gliding on my 10 wheeled speed skates until I was around 10km away from the cruise terminal. I knew I would be well away from tourists here, but unfortunately, I also knew that I wouldn't be able to trace my way back home on the same route. I was lost. Lost in a foreign country with a language that I neither spoke nor understood. But I showed no signs of panic; this is exactly what I wanted.

I made a stop in the middle of the street, and was thrilled by how ordinary Cubans go about their normal lives. Havana residents live out a large part of their lives on the streets. It's kind of a reality show out there all the time, much like life in Lagos mainland. No one is hiding. Everything is out in the open. Life is lived on the pavements. Rather then being indoors on the sofa discussing life over a cup of tea, they sit outside in plain sight. They gather in parks and on street corners, they gossip through open windows, and they sit comfortably in rocking chairs in the doorway. There were children playing, and customised bicycles waiting for passengers (tricycles are part of the transport system in Cuba).

At this point, I was exhausted from skating and my throat was feeling dry from dehydration. I checked into a local pub, and ordered myself an añejo rum. I settled down at the far end of the bar where I would have a good view of pedestrians, the streets and the ancient cars plying them.

As I sipped my rum, I wondered how all of the classical cars ended up in Cuba. The country is full of museum-worthy, old-school cars that would make any car enthusiast drool. These vintage and classic cars of Havana are a real treat! If you are a classic car buff, Cuba is just about the greatest place on the planet. It’s like one big car show, where autos from the 1940s and 1950s motor along the streets and highways. Most tourists love to visit Cuba for the wonderful experience of riding in a 1950 Cadillac, or one of the pretty coloured vintage cars.

Suddenly, a group of four people entered the pub in high spirits. After they purchased their drinks, they gestured towards me if they could join my company. I affirmed without hesitation.

“Hola, como estas amigos'?” I greeted them, with the only Spanish I knew. They nodded in response and sat with me as we introduced ourselves. They asked my whereabouts and other stuffs I didn't understand before I politely told them, “no habolo espanol” (I don't speak Spanish).

“Ah Americano?” they asked. No Nigerian. I told them.

“Ah Nigéria!” They exclaimed.

I adore Latinos and how the pronounce Nigeria. Latinos are very friendly, and they are the most happiest people I've ever met.

Luckily, a beautiful young lady in the group named Mariana, who barely spoke a word of English, volunteered to assist in translations. She began to interpret words for me using hand cues. Using our own version of sign language was quite fun and surprisingly, we understood each other easily. We had good conversation, talking about similar interests, cultures and life in Cuba.

Carlos, a middle-aged balding man, asked if I had ever smoked Cuban cigar before. I thought for a moment. Everyone is aware of Cuba being the Mecca of cigars. Cigars and Cuba are synonymous, much like France and wine. It's hard to think of Cuba and not think about cigars. I had always heard the hype about Cuban cigar being the best in the world. Maybe I should just try one and find out for myself, I pondered.

I placed my order. A few minutes later, my cigar arrived. I couldn't help my admiration of how stunning it appeared; the art of cigar rolling is exquisitely intricate. It was obvious that a lot of care and attention went into the making of each and every single cigar. It has been assumed that it takes over hundred steps to properly produce a single Cuban cigar. After seeing one in person, I believe it.

I lit it up, and as soon as I took the first puff, I felt like Pablo with the level of euphoria it took me to. Nothing can beat the fun you get by smoking freshly rolled aromatic Cuban Cigars. The best way to describe the taste of Cuban tobacco is very bold, earthy, and spicy. Only a Cuban cigar tastes like a Cuban cigar. All of the hype is true.

When we were all done smoking and drinking, Melissa, the youngest in the group in her mid twenties, suggested that we go dine out together. Latinos have a thing for beauty and are known for being beautiful. Melissa was living proof. I doubt if any contestant would ever match her physical appearance if she had the opportunity to contest for Miss World. Melissa proposed a restaurant that served a touristy rendition of local food, conveniently situated only a few blocks away from her house..... To be continued

Bump.

Hola! A lo Cubano.