Showing posts with label havana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label havana. Show all posts

Sunday, 12 August 2007

Barbershops of the world, part 1

An old, dilapidated barbershop on Jesus Maria, Habana Vieja, is the scene of my first foreign haircut and beard trim.


Cost 5CUC (4 EUR)
Cut quality 7/10
Fear factor 2/10 (boisterous nutter bounding around at the critical cut-throat stage - well managed by the even tempered barber)
Comments: excellent top lip work with the cut-throat razor.


Next chop - Mexico!

Ben

Wednesday, 6 June 2007

Support // suspense

Moodswings!

It's a big thing, this: we're constantly vacillating between excitement and something like dread at the prospect of whatever the hell it is we're letting ourselves in for.

Good things!
Today I sent a load of emails to clients, letting them know what I was up to. I got some very gratifying and revealing responses - not only have plenty of people done this sort of thing themselves, but many are also planning similarly big things for themselves over the next few years. Not necessarily world tours, but - you know - big and exciting things, rather than the usual 9-5. Nice to hear.

Less good things!
This evening we did a bit of research into where to stay when we get to Havana. Ho! Tricky enough finding out about the exchange rate for their convertible currency units... and then we go to TripAdvisor to search for hotels. Whoah mama! "On the first night there was NO WATER and then it was cold for the next two days, but cold water's common for Cuban hotels" ... "[no] toilet seat, but this is common in Cuba" ... "food in cuba is not very good".

Pack your bags love, we're on our way! Heh. Nice to have a challenge - even nicer to have lots of challenges at once?

Doublespeak
Finally, there's this whole thing with Castro media blitzing his health and comfort. Being familiar with the way Communists manage their publicity, this pretty much certainly translates as "I'm about to die" ;-)


Oh yeah, and apparently the best thing we can take to give to people is PENS. Don't ask me why, but it seems that the Cubans pretty much fall over themselves for pens.

I quite like em too.

Ben