I should commit to this blog for the record.
Our our first trip was 1990 or 91 and we went for two weeks at the Sol Palmeras in Veradero (lovely bungalows), arriving just a couple of days after a speedboat from Miami when down the beach at Veradero firing a .5inch machine gun at hotel lights. We thought the searchlights dancing on the waves off the beach a light show until we chatted with the armed women soldiers operating them.
Wish I could find the photo I took of the monument to hotel workers killed by Los Gusanos over the years. The days of film…I lost a lot of fine snaps. It was to the right (east) of the main entrance to the old (1950's classic) Hotel Internacional. Kinda hidden behind some bushes as though it was wanted to honour the dead workers but not wanted to scare the tourists.
Back then a regular event, along with planes dropping pig bait containing viruses that killed the animals and made the meat unsafe to eat, small bombs dropped on farms and bigger bombs in airports.
Also, same trip, are my memories of me exercising my non-existent Spanish, which I started studying mebbe a week before we left, and trying to get us into the CTC (union) offices for a visit. Cabbie argued with me, seemed to say it was being reno’d and so was closed.
One of our party thought the CTC politically off-limits and probably guarded by armed police, that this was just his excuse for not taking us there.
Turns out I had been asking to be taken to
the aquarium, which was indeed being reno’d.
LMAO. We went to a bar instead and spent the rest of the day having a drink everywhere Hemingway ever had a drink. Which, as it turns out, was a lot of places.