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Go, you won't regret it!!! ! the trip to the island of Liberty is long and expensive) For most representatives of the strong half of humanity, the words CUBA and SEX are synonymous. And you know. . . In part, they, these men, are right. Because Cuban girls are graceful, like cats, chocolatey, like Toubleron, full of love and friendly, like professional hetairas. Always cheerful, sociable, submissive and not arrogant, temperamental and sexy. . . Cuba has hot nights, incendiary meringues and salsas, relaxed smiles of local residents and, of course, an abundance of seductive, half-dressed, luxuriously-haired Cubans.
Holidays in Cuba have their own characteristics. The atmosphere of relaxation penetrates the pores of any living being. The sooner you realize this, the better you rest. And then the daily incendiary discos do not tire, the daily "Mojito" invigorates and does not surprise, daily Latin dance lessons become vital. Without rum cocktails, lobsters for lunch and meringues for afternoon tea, existence loses all meaning... Believe me, those who slowly sipped mint "Mojito" or sugary-sweet "Cuba Libre" will not be able to forget these tastes. They will haunt, you will dream of them, you will miss them. . .
Do you know what is the most important thing in Cuba? Lack of mobile communication and high cost of telephone conversations (6 dollars per minute of communication). For the first two or three hours, you think that life will stop without your calls, business will collapse, banks will burst, newspapers will have something to write about, and lovers will forget you and go to others) But then you realize that your hometown, country, the whole world is a long heavy sleep, and Cuba gently but persistently pulls you out of this painful state, even pulls you out. And all the troubles, problems, affairs - disappear far away, and then they are generally covered with a bluish haze and easily dissolve. And you completely obey, worship the Cuban rhythm of life - "Mojito", whiskey (the main thing is to "tie up" with alcohol later), discos, a yacht... you swim under the stars in the ocean (they are reflected in the water, you don't understand whether it's the sky or no), until the morning you sit on the wet sand of the beach - you wait for the opening of the restaurant, you go crazy for breakfast (prim Germans do not understand the reasons for such an early crazy and drunken-happy look), then sleep-sleep-sleep...
After three or four hours, your conscience calls to reason and wakes you up - spending time in a dream in Cuba is illogical, irrational and shameful. You get up and just in time for your midday dance class. A chic Creole woman with luxurious hips is trying in vain to teach cold Europeans how to dance salsa. The audience feels like elephants in a china shop, but before departure, everyone considers it necessary to purchase CDs with hot songs. Men record dances on video, but obviously not in order to repeat pas on long winter evenings - the Cuban teacher is too good).
The smell of temperamental sex hovers everywhere and everywhere. You feel it not only with your skin, but also with your spinal cord. You see, the free love of Cuba has nothing to do with the venality of the Red Light District of Amsterdam or the Place Pigalle of Paris. Cubans so sincerely, kindly and openly give their smiles that you don’t feel competitors in them)
In Varadero, there are a lot of discos where European girls feel like queens - they are a huge success... especially if they are white-skinned blondes), but all the courtship of the Cubans was reduced to cocktails, incendiary dances and sweet conversations. From the very beginning, we made it clear in conversations that we did not come here for men, so they did not insist. Even if white women came to hang out alone, their peace will not be disturbed by cheeky harassment and lascivious "picks". Fair-skinned girls are sacred like cows in India. They are worshiped, cared for, entertained in every possible way...
Varadero is a tourist Mecca - a country of luxury hotels, white sand and clear ocean water. This is a reservation for Europeans, Americans and wealthy Cubans, a territory where the passage of local residents is prohibited (with the exception of service personnel and their families).
Cuba is an eternal carnival. A holiday that is always with you. Even factors such as the scorching hard sun, strong wind (season) and the lack of national cuisine (socialism implies the presence of state-owned restaurants) do not allow to ease the emotional shock from communicating with the island of freedom.
What's left of the rest? Tan? until evaporated) is) Rum? there is) and a lot), cigars are not finished smoking yet...
Impressions and photos? Unforgettable. . . But the main thing is that somehow suddenly there was a feeling of freedom, joy and incendiary life. I agree that relaxation is not characteristic of the crazy rhythm of life in the capital) but a piece of Cuba can be felt in that smile with which I answer all problems and difficulties)
I know the taste of pleasure - I was on the Island of Freedom...
P. S. SPECIAL THANKS TO NORI-MAID AND BARTENDERS FROM GORGEOUS BLONDE OLGA!
+HI RUSTAM AND CHRIS-YOU ARE THE BEST.
Go, you won't regret it!!! ! the trip to the island of Liberty is long and expensive) For most representatives of the strong half of humanity, the words CUBA and SEX are synonymous. And you know. . . In part, they, these men, are right. Because Cuban girls are graceful, like cats, chocolatey, like Toubleron, full of love and friendly, like professional hetairas. Always cheerful, sociable, submissive and not arrogant, temperamental and sexy. . . Cuba has hot nights, incendiary meringues and salsas, relaxed smiles of local residents and, of course, an abundance of seductive, half-dressed, luxuriously-haired Cubans.
Holidays in Cuba have their own characteristics. The atmosphere of relaxation penetrates the pores of any living being. The sooner you realize this, the better you rest. And then the daily incendiary discos do not tire, the daily "Mojito" invigorates and does not surprise, daily Latin dance lessons become vital. Without rum cocktails, lobsters for lunch and meringues for afternoon tea, existence loses all meaning... Believe me, those who slowly sipped mint "Mojito" or sugary-sweet "Cuba Libre" will not be able to forget these tastes. They will haunt, you will dream of them, you will miss them. . .
Do you know what is the most important thing in Cuba? Lack of mobile communication and high cost of telephone conversations (6 dollars per minute of communication). For the first two or three hours, you think that life will stop without your calls, business will collapse, banks will burst, newspapers will have something to write about, and lovers will forget you and go to others) But then you realize that your hometown, country, the whole world is a long heavy sleep, and Cuba gently but persistently pulls you out of this painful state, even pulls you out. And all the troubles, problems, affairs - disappear far away, and then they are generally covered with a bluish haze and easily dissolve. And you completely obey, worship the Cuban rhythm of life - "Mojito", whiskey (the main thing is to "tie up" with alcohol later), discos, a yacht... you swim under the stars in the ocean (they are reflected in the water, you don't understand whether it's the sky or no), until the morning you sit on the wet sand of the beach - you wait for the opening of the restaurant, you go crazy for breakfast (prim Germans do not understand the reasons for such an early crazy and drunken-happy look), then sleep-sleep-sleep...
After three or four hours, your conscience calls to reason and wakes you up - spending time in a dream in Cuba is illogical, irrational and shameful. You get up and just in time for your midday dance class. A chic Creole woman with luxurious hips is trying in vain to teach cold Europeans how to dance salsa. The audience feels like elephants in a china shop, but before departure, everyone considers it necessary to purchase CDs with hot songs. Men record dances on video, but obviously not in order to repeat pas on long winter evenings - the Cuban teacher is too good).
The smell of temperamental sex hovers everywhere and everywhere. You feel it not only with your skin, but also with your spinal cord. You see, the free love of Cuba has nothing to do with the venality of the Red Light District of Amsterdam or the Place Pigalle of Paris. Cubans so sincerely, kindly and openly give their smiles that you don’t feel competitors in them)
In Varadero, there are a lot of discos where European girls feel like queens - they are a huge success... especially if they are white-skinned blondes), but all the courtship of the Cubans was reduced to cocktails, incendiary dances and sweet conversations. From the very beginning, we made it clear in conversations that we did not come here for men, so they did not insist. Even if white women came to hang out alone, their peace will not be disturbed by cheeky harassment and lascivious "picks". Fair-skinned girls are sacred like cows in India. They are worshiped, cared for, entertained in every possible way...
Varadero is a tourist Mecca - a country of luxury hotels, white sand and clear ocean water. This is a reservation for Europeans, Americans and wealthy Cubans, a territory where the passage of local residents is prohibited (with the exception of service personnel and their families).
Cuba is an eternal carnival. A holiday that is always with you. Even factors such as the scorching hard sun, strong wind (season) and the lack of national cuisine (socialism implies the presence of state-owned restaurants) do not allow to ease the emotional shock from communicating with the island of freedom.
What's left of the rest? Tan? until evaporated) is) Rum? there is) and a lot), cigars are not finished smoking yet...
Impressions and photos? Unforgettable. . . But the main thing is that somehow suddenly there was a feeling of freedom, joy and incendiary life. I agree that relaxation is not characteristic of the crazy rhythm of life in the capital) but a piece of Cuba can be felt in that smile with which I answer all problems and difficulties)
I know the taste of pleasure - I was on the Island of Freedom...
P. S. SPECIAL THANKS TO NORI-MAID AND BARTENDERS FROM GORGEOUS BLONDE OLGA!
+HI RUSTAM AND CHRIS-YOU ARE THE BEST.
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