Author Archives: trawlercat

My friend Shane recently passed away and when I received the news of Shane “on the great adventure” it shocked me.  Shane always sported a full head of black hair, olive skin complexion, and always moved with a purpose in … Continue reading →

Today is Monday around noon.  My weekdays follow a somewhat familiar pattern of waking up, some form of exercise, plus projects and daily household chores.  The freshly cut bamboo pole is now waiting to become my new hiking pole and … Continue reading →

One cannot travel far into the countryside without encountering fields of bananas.  And if I recall correctly every home in the countryside had a food forest growing in their back and side yard.  The usual, bananas, avocados, mangos, guava and … Continue reading →

El Chorro de Maita is a 16th century archaeological site made into a museum.  Worth the visit.  We nearly did not get a chance to visit since neither one of us had any Cuban CUC currency on us at the … Continue reading →

Holguin, Cuba:  The greatest boon on earth to the traveling man is bringing home as complete a photographic memorandum of his travels as one desires.  My Fuji film digital camera did just that; too bad I forgot to pack it … Continue reading →

  An old Wurlitzer record player now playing.  An old radio on the bar counter ready to turn on and enjoy.  Earlier I consumed the first and second mojito; one slightly weaker than the other however, my thirst is now … Continue reading →

And on my second visit to Cuba I land in the province of Holguin.  It is said that Christopher Columbus landed in an area now known as Gibara, on October 27th, 1492 and said it was the most beautiful country that … Continue reading →

On my second day of old habana travel I walk roughly five miles from hotel to old habana, ducking into a restaurant; literally missing a huge down pour by minutes.  The restaurant is across from the malecon whose mostly walls … Continue reading →

A somewhat typical day; hotel breakfast included.  The food to me was only bearable.  Breakfast for me usually consisted of terrible American coffee, a mystery juice, a roll or two, some 1/8″ sliced cheese and a type of lunch meat. … Continue reading →