Where are my seventeen years
Remembered for the trouble Radek story that goes on these beaches bus number 400, which stops at the Malecón in front of the Embassy of Spain. Not long thinking, breakfast and drove to a stop. At a stop there was a small crowd of Cubans from the sun with umbrellas, towels and other beach accessories. 'So we are in the right place! " - Calmed down and we proceeded to wait. 20 minutes later came the bus number 400, but he had not even slowed down at the stop. Of all the windows and doors are sticking, and it was clear that if the doors open, people vyvalyatsya, and so much in the cabin is no longer fit. 'Well, wait for the next one. " Even after some time passed another bus, again, not stopping, and finally, the third stop, but it was still sad - to coach the crowd scrambled Cubans raspihivaya each other's elbows. Do the doors were 20 people on board had only three of the lucky and the bus zaurchav, left, full of a tie. All would be nothing, but the July heat in Havana gave himself to know. I already inclined to renounce the pleasures and the best beach to visit the Museum of the Revolution, which was located just across the road, and there clearly was an air-conditioner. Share this idea with Veronica, I am satisfied that the Cuban revolution as it is not interested in that, if I insist, even now we can scold the first time in our trip, and because of this' nothing '. Hard vzdohnuv I But then we saw the bats and pauchkov and even cave crabs on the shore of a small underground lake, run in all directions in the light of a lamp. And in one grotto grow some flowers, the guide said that the seeds came here by accident and why it felt, though dark. The cave is very beautiful and really great. Because it leads up to 4 people at a time, we have been totally alone, and enjoyed plenty of spirit pervootkryvatelstva.
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