CUBA
Guantánamo Province
Baracoa
The "Taco's & Toucan's" Trip
Exploring On My Own
Wednesday April 17th, 2019
I woke up this morning to a breakfast of fresh fruit, cheese omelette and home roasted fresh coffee and thought to myself that I’m lovin’ the whole Casa Stay program if Hostal La Cueva is anything to go by.
I met up with the rest of the group at 9 o’clock to find out the program for the day involved visiting a coffee & cacao plantation, then sitting on a beach for the rest of the day. For mind, this was about as appealing as winning gold in Olympic javelin catching, so I decided to stay in town and catch up with my Blog and to go for a bit of a wander around.
I spent about an hour on the Blog at mi casa and then had to leave due to their mosquito abatement program having to spray all the houses in the street. I simply set up shop on the front porch of the local Hotel La Habanera, on the the main strip and finished the updates.
As it was about lunchtime and feeling a bit peckish, I decided to have a crack at one of the local street vendors queso (cheese) pizzas for lunch. Picture it if you will, a 7-inch disc of thin corrugated cardboard, coated with a yellowish mucus and then run over by the Exxon Valdez. I could have met a small towns power generation needs with the amount of crude oil that came off the alleged food item.
The afternoon was filled with laundry chores and chilling out with Anthony Bourdain’s take on the country in Parts Unknown: Cuba and Jimmy Barnes’ autobiographical movie – Working Class Boy.
I met up with the rest of the group later in the evening to go dine at Al’s Restaurante La Colina just north of the main street. Their Mojito’s rated an 8 on our "Cuban World Mojito Taste Test" project, but their ribs were pretty ordinary.
I ended up leaving the restaurant early as group of German’s decided to fire up their Cuban stogie’s while I was trying to finish my main course which dead set gave me the irits. Not that it was a negative, I returned to Hotel La Habanera, parked up on the front porch and partook in a couple of ice cold beers and a great ol’ chinwag with the local barber. 
