 | The entrance hall had a design of the seventies which I found charming. An older man came towards me an asked me whether I needed a ride. I agreed and we drove to downtown of Havana, capital of Cuba.
The intolerance between them rose. The Dutch population feared assaults by their neighbors and thus kept away from personal contact with anybody who was not Dutch. Clearly this issue disappeared.
We arrived without any more power back in the village of Sapa and went for dinner right away. We went to bed early, because of the physical exercise and because we did not sleep well a night earlier. |
