“From the chaos of Havana we caught a Viazul bus 60km east to Jibacoa. It cost $10 each and they played a terrible film on the journey. We were headed for the Superclub Breezes all-inclusive hotel on the beach. We were dropped off about 6km away from the hotel and would have been required to walk unless a friendly local policeman hadn’t taken us under his wing. He flagged down a passing tractor and I can genuinely say we are the only people who have ever arrived at the resort on the back of a tractor.”
“The rooms are basic, bed, cold shower and a TV but most of them are only a few yards from the sea, which more than compensates. There is very little to do on Cayo Levisa, which is not to say I wouldn’t recommend it. You can take sailing trips, scuba dive or snorkel, walk along deserted beaches…it is an untouched paradise.”
“Colorful and chaotic, Havana’s streets are an exuberant mix: children play with their dogs amidst the rubble lying piled in the road…strains of music–salsa, son, and meringue–filter out of doorways…the domino players under the Ceiba trees howl with mirth…
Large improvised buses called camellos (camels, for their two humps) pulled by truck engines roar around the city carrying as many as 400 sweaty passengers. A chaotic mixture of tourist taxis, two-seater bici-taxis, yellow scooter coco-taxis, improvised carts, and small Ladas ply the thoroughfares, and the stench of gasoline is strongest at the busiest intersections.
Bici-taxis, coco-taxis, and colectivos are not supposed to take tourists, and they don’t, unless the police aren’t in sight…but the police are never far away in Havana.”