Cuba: Visiting Grandpa Fidel!
There are places in everyone's life where they want to return. These are the ones where the soul “sings” and you don’t think about anything...
I did not become an exception, such places appeared in my life. If you do not take into account Russia, there are two of them “over the hill”: Cuba and the Czech Republic. It is interesting that I did not write about each of my trips there. I did not write for various reasons, the main one, of course, was somewhere deep in me. And even now, when the first lines of the story about Cuba “come out” of me, the syllable is somehow not easy for me, and the “impulse” for creativity is close to zero.
I'll start in order, why did we go to Cuba. I have a friend Sergey, who, after ten years of uninterrupted relationship with his girlfriend, decided to marry her (why ?? ? - many male readers will say ). I was introduced to Seryoga by my friend Artem (yes, now a friend), who once let me down when flying to Mexico City (I wrote about this two years ago in the article “Adventures of Russians in a Foreign Land”). Since then, a lot has changed, and from unfamiliar people we turned into good friends, and Artem and I became the main ideologists of our company. Having such a “status”, it was necessary to “roll up” an excellent bachelor party. We chose between different countries for a long time, and nevertheless settled in Cuba: firstly, I really liked it there, and he had a honeymoon there, and secondly, you can get there from Moscow by a direct Aeroflot flight, and a visa and other "diplomatic" paraphernalia is not required.
The loud name of this event also belongs to the essay of my pen - "farewell anti-virgin party. " In Russian, "Bachelor party in Cuba. " The main concept - we leave all female friends in Russia, "boy", as my brother would say. It was also decided by our ideological "circle" that we would go as a savage, no advance booking of hotels, etc.
By the time we bought tickets, there were 5 of us. The number either grew or fell, due to the fact that many either wanted to go or refused for objective reasons. Having approved the composition of the "crew", I decided to go the proven way and buy tickets through the Aeroflot website. And, perhaps, for the first time in his life, this idea did not work - the resellers bought all the tickets and the ordinary Soviet consumer was left with extremely expensive fares (55 thousand rubles in both directions per person). Artem found a company on the Internet (I won’t give the name, if any of the readers need their help, I’ll throw off the contact), which sold tickets for the flight and date we needed, and at a cost of 35.000 rubles round trip. We were pleased with the price, and the next day I bought tickets. It is interesting that this company itself bought tickets for 23.000 rubles, here's your business The downside of that operation is that you are given a block fare and you cannot choose comfortable seats on the plane, which I am so used to.
A couple of weeks before departure, we decided not to risk with accommodation upon arrival and book something for ourselves. The “team” did not want to book hotels, they wanted to “be robbed”. We settled on renting apartments, even found several offers on the net (in Cuba, apartments are called “Casa Particular”), contacted some of them and agreed to meet at the airport on the day of arrival. The cost of living in such an apartment is 15-20 US dollars (for reference, accommodation in a hotel costs from 30 to infinity). The transfer was also for the meeting party, and it cost $ 10 per person (interestingly, upon arrival I found a car for $ 20 for five, and this is a normal price, but more on that below).
Before the flight, I nevertheless called my girlfriend to the airline and asked to book the first row of seats for our “party” (these are those with a wide step), which she did with pleasure.
On July 22.2009, I arrived at the second Sheremetyevo terminal, from where I have been traveling a couple of times a month over the past years. The guys arrived earlier and were already waiting for me in the cafe on the second floor (this is where I spent time waiting for a flight when I flew to Mexico City a couple of years ago, and this is where my good friend left me to “go with the flow” two years ago ). We quickly went through the pre-flight formalities, even having time to buy a drink for the road. On board the Airbus-330 (since recently Aeroflot has been flying there precisely on them), we immediately began to “celebrate” the start of our party, which caused certain emotions among the crew members. Everything worked out, we agreed - we promised "not to make a fuss", in return we received an additional portion of "snacks"
The flight went quickly. On the plane, I got into a conversation with a girl who suspiciously often "plied" from business class to the tail of the liner, and, accordingly, back. It was the daughter of one of the pilots, who, by the way, piloted the liner when we flew back. So I spent the last hours of the flight talking about aviation.
Havana met us with hot weather. For 3 years the airport has not changed. Only people in masks were embarrassing, apparently, the fear of contracting swine flu affected. At the exit, the first Cuban surprise awaited us - those guys from whom we booked an apartment and agreed to meet at the airport did not come. And their phone was silent. There was a turmoil in the company, the main question of which was: “where to go? ”. Artem started running around the airport in search of alternatives. I worked out the issue of renting a car. It was not possible to book a car, and accommodation options were offered, to put it mildly, “not very”, and if in Russian - “a tent in the desert” for 15 bucks a day
After 40 minutes I got tired of running around, and I decided to make a "strong-willed" decision - to go to the hotel. Everyone except Artyom immediately agreed. The latter did not give up hope to wait for those who met him or to agree on a new cash desk. I found a "gazelle", the driver of which, for $ 20, agreed to bring the whole company to any hotel. The only hotel I remember the name of in Havana is Havana Trip Libre, which is where we went.
The hotel building is one of the tallest in the city, with stunning views from the top floors. The time from the airport to the hotel is 20 minutes. For 3 years, Havana has not changed at all - the same streets, beautiful, but a little dirty, the same people - simple, responsive and unhurried. After Moscow, this rhythm seemed like a fairy tale. True, a fairy tale for an amateur.
At the reception, it turned out that we can pay for the rooms not at the reception, as is customary almost everywhere, but at an incomprehensible agency that rents 2 tables in the hotel “in the backyard” and offers excursions. It turns out that the locals “saw” the commission in this way: our room cost $ 80 per day, if I pay at the reception, then the entire cost is $ 80. The agency sells it to me for 75-78 dollars (not money, of course, but enough for beer), while for the company this number is given for 65 units in green currency. From the difference, the hotel manager receives 2-5 dollars (with an average salary of 20-40 dollars). In general, in Cuba, no one lives on one salary, and this is impossible, everyone has their own schemes and additional sources of income. I will talk about this a little lower.
The hotel can be rated 6 out of 10. The renovation is not fresh. There is no minibar, although in the cases of our company this is rather a plus (I’ll tell you why below). Thirdly, the operation of the elevators leaves much to be desired - from the 7th floor you can get to the roof “with all the stops”, and then down, and again opening the doors through the floor. Tiring! The rooms are cleaned, clean, "room service", by the way, at the level.
After taking a shower, we decided to have dinner and drink for the arrival. We climbed to the roof, there is an excellent disco and a restaurant. In the latter, we ordered what we liked. The selection is poor and the prices are exorbitant. For example, a dinner for one person with 2 bottles of beer will cost 40-50 dollars. I deliberately do not quote prices in local "cookies" so that a person who is uninitiated in particular local currency exchange can calculate how much the "event" will cost him. By the way, about beer. Only 5 types of beer are sold in Cuba - 2 local and 3 imported. Local "Crystal" and "Bucanero" - just "mo... but in the bank! ". Of the imported ones, I recommend only the Mexican "Crown", "Beck" and "Heineken" somehow not very much.
After dinner, the fighters were "drawn" to exploits. We decided to take a walk and see the surrounding areas. Let's go to the Malecon (quay, for those who don't know). On the way, a lot of “locals” came up to us and offered something - an apartment for rent, cigars, rum, girls, “nonsense”, etc. One of the people who came up spoke Russian, his name was Ruslan. We invited him to be our guide, one evening he even tried to show us the nightlife in Havana. It didn’t work , it all came down to a banal trip to his relative’s tavern and “pushing” us “crooked mulattos”. For this event, the comrade was sent far and for a long time.
In the evening, the Malecon is very crowded, I would even say - a crowd, like in Soviet times in line for sausage. And against the backdrop of the local "dark color", you clearly stand out. There is a disco in the center of the embankment. If you want to drink and dance - you are here. I draw your attention to the fact that pickpockets are not asleep, so put everything away. On the very first night, we had a great “shock”, drank beer, and moved to the hotel at one in the morning. Probably 13 hours on the plane, travel from the airport, procedures at the hotel, dinner, a walk around an unfamiliar city and discos on the embankment with a drink in one day would be enough for a simple Soviet tourist. Noooo, not us!
There are 2 clubs in our hotel - one on the roof, honestly, sucks The second one is on the second floor. Hotel guests are admitted free of charge, for everyone else - admission is $ 10. We decided to “break away” there as well. Sitting comfortably at a table, I watched how local girls "glue" tourists. A funny sight, like feeding a boa constrictor with a mouse, the question is, though, who is the mouse after all? A couple of "mojitos" and I went to the room and immediately fell asleep. Part of the team stayed to "hang out" until the morning, which, of course, affected their well-being in the morning.
We started our first full day in Havana with breakfast. By the way, the breakfast at this hotel was the best among all the breakfasts eaten in Cuba (I mean in other hotels). And after it, someone wanted to sleep, and someone - to sunbathe. We found a compromise - we decided to sleep on the beach. The best beach in Havana is "Santa Maria", which is 20 km from Havana on the way to Varadero. For $20, the taxi driver drove our "team" without any problems. A sunbed and umbrella costs $7 per day, the beach is crowded, almost like in the Russian south. We tried the local “mojito”, tasty but strong… Having drunk two, I went for the third one, but when I saw that the bartender was washing glasses in a bucket with dirty water and flies, I decided to refuse do not eat in "diners", wash your hands more often, I recommend wet wipes
When the heat heated up the sand and the air, then the state of the sauna, we decided to go to the city. Arranged a sightseeing tour, walked through the central market. My friend Artem did not leave the desire to rent an apartment and reduce the cost of the trip. He did not succeed, we did not find worthy options.
Lunch was held at the Ambus Mundos restaurant - this is the house where Hemingway once lived. There is a cafe on its roof where they make the best "mojito" on the island, for only $ 3 per glass. The drink is really good. They say that Hemingway drank 60 glasses of mojitos a day, after which the world saw the "Holiday that is always with you" and "Garden of Eden". And in the evening we again went to conquer the disco on the second floor of our hotel.
On the morning of the 2nd day, July 24.2009, the payment period for the hotel room expired. I had to either renew or move out. Artem and our fiancé Sergey disappeared from the sight of our company the night before. They were on "reconnaissance" at the Hotel National, which was built by Al Capone himself in the 30s of the last century, and found out that the presidential royal suite is free and costs only $ 450 per night (for 5x, we get $ 90 each, this is a little higher than in Havana Trip Libre), especially that we were all able to live in it.
It was decided to move. The distance between the hotels is 2 intersections, but we, like brave fellows, took a taxi . The room was really chic, 3 rooms, hall, 3 minibars, 2 bathrooms with shower and jacuzzi. In general, "full stuffing". This number became ours for two days.
One of the participants in our "anti-virgin party" - Sergei - was the father of my friend Artem. For this, I personally received the “nickname” “Dad”, which, by the way, became boring, by the end of the trip everyone began to call him that. From the first day we “fell in love” with each other: he always burst into our room early in the morning and started waking us up with the sunrise (and it got up very early, believe me), and in the evening, when nightlife boiled up in the city, he did something similar for "Bati" I burst into his room and prevented him from sleeping. It was funny
So, it was in the "National" that "Dad" realized that he was not interested in hanging out with us. One evening he had a party at the hotel and drank almost the entire contents of 3 mini-bars (in this room, as you probably guessed, they are not small). And then he slept for 2 days, preventing the maids from cleaning our “anti-virgin” home.
The two days we spent there flew by like a couple of hours. During the day - city tours, restaurants, mojitos, etc. , and in the evening - discos. The best, or rather the most glamorous of them - "Salon Rojo", is located 1 minute walk from our hotel. If you came here for dancing, then leave immediately - they are not here. More precisely, the music plays, but almost no one dances. Here they watch shows of the local format, admire the society and themselves. In general, communication and not only.
For 5 days in Havana, I began to get tired. The team is basically the same. We decided to go to the heart of the resort life of Cuba - the city of Varadero, which is 130 km from Havana. Long chose what to go. We decided to rent a car, and, given the composition of the party, we took a Hyundai minibus. The pleasure cost $ 200 a day, but the car worked its way - during this time we covered 1600 kilometers. In general, in the summer, there are problems with renting inexpensive cars in Cuba, I recommend booking them in advance and paying for them on the cubacar website.
When renting the room, I was very “pleased” with the bill for the mini-bar - $ 450. You probably guessed which of us paid for it
I specifically do not write anything about local attractions, there is plenty of information on the network about this, I think that the review will lose its “zest” due to statistical information.
So here we go. On the way, we stopped at a cafe near the highest bridge in Cuba, on the border of the provinces of Matanzas and La Havana. They say they make the best Pina Collada on the island, which, by the way, I didn’t like
On Varadero, Artem and I began to remember worthy hotels. Both agreed on one thing - "Melia Las Americas 5 *". It was here that he spent his honeymoon three years ago, and I rested there 2 months before him. After passing a couple more hotels along the way, we decided to stay there.
The hotel has fallen into disrepair. Three years ago I liked him better. The repair has become completely faded, no one meets you at the entrance, the rooms are narrow, the plumbing is leaking, the level of staff has fallen (almost no one speaks Russian, although three years ago everything was the other way around). Prices bite terribly - a double room on the all-inclusive system costs $ 370. About "all inclusive" I can add - all the drinks offered there are fakes, except for non-alcoholic lemonades and beer. Especially the famous ones. Moreover, fakes are not always of high quality. In our "party" there is a person for whom alcohol is a profession. Seeing the fakes, we found the manager, started a dialogue with him. Realizing that he would not be able to “get off”, he confessed that all alcohol in the hotel, with the exception of local drinks, was fake. After such information, we began to drink less. Almost everyone except Bati
The daily routine for 3 days at the hotel looked extremely simple. In the morning, breakfast, exercise, beach, then lunch, a trip to the city, again the beach, dinner and a disco.
I will reveal in detail what the reader is interested in. One day we rented a yacht and went out to sea. Of course, not the same size as Roman Arkadyevich's, , but... due to its capabilities. The set "includes" the captain, assistant, a case of booze and sunblock . Well, lobsters that you catch yourself
On the high seas, the main occupation is fishing. Having set up the fishing rods, we began to wait. Less than 5 minutes later, a marlin pecked at one of them. 10 minutes later, another one. In total, we caught 7 of them (from 50 cm to a meter long, small fish (less than 50 cm) were simply released). A few hours later, one of the rods trembled more than usual, and the line spun even faster. "Big fish! " - we decided and began to pull it out. We were not mistaken, after an hour of torment we caught a huge fish, the locals call it "King Fish" (royal fish). I didn’t remember her weight, but she was sixty meters in length, no less In the port, the whole yacht club was proud of us, we became the champions of the week (and perhaps even the month, we didn’t catch it already). Another thing was a shame - according to Cuban laws, the entire catch is given to the state. That is why the captain hid part of the fish in a hiding place under the bottom.
I will add that in the sea we really ate what we caught. True, not we, but Volodya's assistant. He caught lobsters, which he cooked himself. And he made it so tasty that we could not tear ourselves away from the process of its absorption.
Evenings were spent even more interestingly - in clubs and discos. There are few worthy establishments, or rather, only two - the Mamba club and the Continental disco at the International Hotel (do not confuse the names, many do this).
I'll start with the first establishment, that's where we went on the first day... We arrived late, there was no parking space. Remembering the main Moscow rule of a clubber - “it’s nice to drive up”, I, being at the wheel of our “bus”, drove straight to the front door (as they say in St. Petersburg), and, brazenly leaving the car, went to face control. Immediately, parking attendants, security guards, administrators began to come running with a request to park the car in another place. After my refusal, a long process of negotiations began, which ended with me being given a place in the executive parking lot near the entrance.
On the "face" we were met by the guard Jose, who spoke a little Russian. He reported that the club was full, there was nowhere to stand, not to mention tables. Entrance cost 2 pesos. For 5 pesos, he kindly agreed to take us and look for a table. From the outside, it looked like this: two dark-skinned closet guards tumble in, move the crowd apart, followed by four “light” guys in tourist style (in short, not locals). José went up to the second floor with us, where there were tables. Approaching the very central table, he said something in his ear to the two peppers and their girlfriends, after which they stood up in a minute and disappeared. By the way, I never saw them again in this club. The waitress immediately came running and set the table in order. José offered a drink. We decided to take 15 cans of beer, which he himself (!!! ) brought to our table, for which he was generously awarded another 5 peso bill. After such a gift, he "patronized" us every 10 minutes, asking if we needed something.
Having danced our “set”, we decided to go to the “Continental”. Being practically in a sober state, I again dissected on our "supercar" along the Varadero embankment. The second disco differed from the first one in terms of audience (many tourists), prices (10 pesos per person), and system of work (long line at the entrance). I had to use a tool already tested on local traffic cops: I took out my ID and said “Russo diplomatico”, after which the whole team went inside.
Here, unfortunately, Jose was not there, we had to look for a table ourselves. And we found it. We ordered beer, rum and cola and continued the fun. A girl, aged 27-29, was standing next to her dreams, she looked Russian, but she communicated with the locals in Spanish. After lengthy "exchanges" with one of my comrades, she nevertheless said to us "Hi! " Her name was Sveta, she came from St. Petersburg, which I remembered on the page above, and the next day she flew to Russia. She was wearing a transparent white dress, and diligently concealed her belly. And soon we found out why - she was pregnant. At the same time, she drank no less than us, and even smoked. And how she jumped on the dance floor, so it's just "tin".
Two hours later, the strength of our crew was running out, and I, as a senior that day, decided to go to the hotel to sleep. Sveta offered to “hang out” a little more... in her room in a neighboring hotel... Having exchanged glances with each other and realizing what was happening, we refrained from the proposal, which grossly violated the Charter of a good bachelor party
One evening we again went to Mamba, but the disco was closed. At the club, we talked with the girls, after which we decided to drink cocktails in their company in the city. They asked to be taken to Matanzas, a city 50 km from Varadero. My fiancé and I decided to stay in the car and ride for the night, while the rest were taken to the hotel, where the guys decided to rest. During the trip, my fiancé and I noticed that the girls were trying to steal something from us. Remembering the words of my friend Ernesto, who lives in Cuba: “A couple of years ago, even a bottle of Miramistin was stolen from a tourist from a car, ” I was on my guard. Noticing this fact, I drove off the highway onto a country road, then generally drove along the dirt road into the field. They asked where I was taking them, on their face the desire to steal was replaced by confusion and fear. Stopping exactly in the middle of the field, I said: “Yo station from chia, baby! ” (your stop here baby! ) They got scared, one even started crying, offering money and other nonsense. Even the groom had already agreed to forgive them, but I was unshakable - I left them in the field, for preventive purposes, of course. I don't know anything about the fate of these "friends". There are two morals: "Do not take someone else's! ", And the second - "Do not ride in a car with strangers! " (this is also a life lesson for tourists).
Time passed quickly, just like our vacation. On the day of departure from Varadero, I got up early, I had to go to Matanzas, to see my friend Ernesto, already known to the reader, in the hospital. He told me that in the three years of my absence, he divorced, meets with the Russian, whom I introduced them to at one time, and his partner Louis moved to Voronezh for permanent residence. To his wife, of course. Until that moment, for all the time spent in Cuba, one thought gnawed at me - is everything really changing so quickly? Three years ago, people there were more open, kinder, more honest. And now - almost everyone is trying to "dissolve" you and get something from you, from which somewhere in the depths of me there was heaviness and irritation. Ernesto said that everything is far from it. Yes, Cuba has changed. In some ways it got better, in some ways it got worse. But in general, people remained the same. We came to the conclusion that they reacted to us this way due to the fact that we traveled with a large male company and “swindlers” and petty crooks were drawn to us like flies for honey (patty, a particularly refined reader can substitute the third word ). After discussing work issues, I went to Varadero for the guys, after which we went to the city of Santa Clara, where Che Guevara himself is buried.
4 hours on the road, 250 km, and we are there. Hunger is the only feeling that overcame all of us at that moment. And there was really nowhere to eat - no cafes, no restaurants. One poor. Having briefly examined the city and the monument to the memory of Che Guevara, our "bus" headed for Trinidad - a city on the Caribbean coast of Cuba (Varadero is located on the Atlantic coast). Another 120 km of a very difficult serpentine with poor quality roads and 3 hours of travel - and we are there. City tour. At that moment I didn't even want to eat, I wanted to sleep. We settled down in one of the restaurants near the church, where, with 4 Mojitos and a bottle of beer, your faithful one “flew into space” Perhaps, this was the only evening where I did not participate in any event, and even remember the events taking place poorly. I remember that for a very long time we rode around hotels and looked for free places. Again, the Russo Diplomatico chip helped. I don’t remember the name of the hotel, I was sincerely pleased with the price of a double room - $ 30 per day, and for this money they give a separate house with amenities, breakfast is included.
On the way to the hotel, we stopped on the coast, where we played "crab ball" (similar to football, but instead of a ball - a carcass of a dead crab). Here I received an injury, from the consequences of which I suffer to this day (and a month has already passed), - I hit my left foot hard. Since then, I swore to myself never to play this game again!
Seeing the bed, I fell "tightly" and quickly fell asleep. The guys went to the city, where they hung out in several bars, and ended the evening at a disco in a cave. In general, everyone highly recommends visiting this disco, my friends are of the same opinion.
The next morning was not as good as all the previous ones. After breakfast, we went to the beach, swam in the Caribbean Sea (actually, for which we went), and then headed for Havana, which was quite a few - 350 miles. Kolya was driving, and I slept in the second row of seats. In one of the villages, Kolya and Artyom were too fast and did not notice the Cuban traffic police officer, who stopped them under a sprawling tree. I woke up every second and realized that Kolya had no rights, the documents for the car were issued only for me, I was sleeping in shorts and a T-shirt in the back seat with a specific smell of yesterday's gatherings. There was nothing to do, I had to go to the "front".
I went out not from the driver's door, but from their passenger door, and in what I slept, I went up to the officer and showed the Rousseau Diplomatico ID. He was indignant for a long time, why didn't the driver come out? "Can not! " - I said and breathed out on him everything that had accumulated in me that morning "Why? " - continued the traffic cop! "He is busy! " I added. "With what? " - the officer inquired... The next phrase simply finished him off: “Well, how can it be, he drives a car! ” After that, I talked for another minute about the difficult fate of the “Soviet diplomat”. Having received a warning, I apologized, and retired in front of his eyes to the second row of passenger seats to inspect my dream , and gave the peasants strict instructions to drive more carefully.
At the entrance to Havana, I sat at the helm. We went to the market and bought some souvenirs. Again the question arose - where to spend the night? Artyom advised the Inglaterra Hotel, which is next to the Capitol, directly opposite the central park. The hotel is made in the classic Cuban style of the early 20th century. I was very pleased with the cost of the room - $ 30 per person per day, which is quite budgetary for a hotel of this level. Here they tried to deceive us again: at the reception they said that credit cards are not accepted. By the way, the percentage when paying by credit cards is simply extortionate - 10!! ! We got "evrika", but it turned out that there was no "exchanger" in the hotel (according to the girls at the reception). If you change at the reception, they charge a commission of 4%. In our case, we lost 700 rubles (the amount was determined by long calculations). Before we had time to get the keys and take 3 steps to the elevator, we saw a working currency exchange office around the corner, while the exchange was carried out without a commission. Having put our suitcases, we decided to return to the reception and arrange a "debriefing". At first, the girls tried to “get rid of it”, but when they saw our attitude, they decided to return everything. Having beaten off the hard-earned 700 re (in local currency, however), we went to Ambus Mundos - to drink a farewell mojito - the next morning we flew to Moscow.
On the way back, as befits the law of the genre in such cases, they lost their fiancé . But not on the "roof", as in the "Bachelor Party in Vegas", but in one of the narrow lanes of Havana. Two hours of searching and our "Sergio" was found. . . What he was doing during this time and where he was, we never found out
And we spent the evening in the Rojo Salon, already known to the reader, where we drank cocktails and went to bed, and at 7 in the morning we were already at the airport. After checking in, paying the airport tax, we bought the missing souvenirs. Buy black coral and products from it only in specialized shops at the airport. Everything that is sold on the streets is a fake. When buying cigars, bargain, my certificate helped me reduce the price of 50 pieces of "Romeo and Juliet No. 1" in individual boxes from $110 to $30 thing! ) The difference is obvious, gentlemen. Another item of fraud is ebony figures. In the market they are sold in every tent. You need to act like this: you buy the thinnest figure for 2 pesos, and in front of the seller you break it on your knee. If there is a light tree inside, then it is a fake. If not, then say “ooooooo, sorry! ” and buy as much as you need! . There is a real ebony there, but they try to shove tourists fakes that make them of ordinary wood and are abundantly impregnated with shoe polish and protective varnish, and then dried for a week in the sun.
The return flight was uneventful, I slept most of the way. And Moscow has already met us with good weather. I was sincerely pleased with the absence of queues at the border control in Sheremestyevo-2.
It is probably incorrect of me not to talk about whether our Sergio got married or not. Imagine getting married. The ranks of bachelors have thinned again, which is probably for the better . I, exactly like our entire team, would like to wish them until their last days to hone the edges of family life to the state of a diamond, love, and many, many kids.
Good luck!