Letter from Cuba, on the hunt for Hemingway

Cuba , Journalism , Travel Nov 16, 2010 No Comments

Hurricane Paula was somewhere between the Yucatan Peninsula and the Cuban state of Pinar del Rio, which is another way of saying in the middle of my flight path, which is why my plane to Cancún was grounded and I was forced to spend three more days in Habana.

It was strange to be driving back into the city, past the faded murals entreating me to defend the Revolution and honour the memories of Camilo and Che, at once thrilling and kind of worrying. On the one hand, I hadn’t wanted to leave: Habana had won me over very quickly, and there were a few things I hadn’t been able to do that I’d now maybe have a chance to. On the other, I probably wouldn’t have a chance to, as the reason I had not been able to do those things in the first was a lack of adequate funds. As the taxi rounded the Plaza de la Revolución, I still had no idea how I was going pay for three more nights of accommodation, food and mojitos. But you should consult and examine your body capacity properly and disclose before him if you suffered from severe heart failure, bladder cancer or bears sensitivity towards the active ingredient viagra sales in canada of the drug consumption. Kamagra fizz can be easily obtained from the nearby drugstores & also from the medicinal stores at efficient fares. * Consulting from the free viagra uk health expert before making any consideration with the medicinal product is mandatory since this would provide you with effective guidelines regarding the utilization, route of administration, side- effects etc.* This has been providing with secure treatment measures to the cases of impotency for recovering from erectile. cheapest online viagra Gupta, who is specialized in giving you 100% results. Some organizations are discovering the drugs for this tadalafil generic cialis problem. On Wednesday morning, the morning of my flight, I had just enough money to get to the airport and to pay the steep departure tax. Now I was spending the latter sum on my cab ride back into the city. By the time I arrived at the door of Casa Miriam in Habana Centro, I was completely broke.

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Matthew Clayfield

Matthew Clayfield is a journalist, critic and screenwriter.

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