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 ride took us through mountainous areas, covered with dark green forest, with so many curves that I got sick. I wanted to vomit but I held myself back, as there were so many other next to me.
On the way back I visited a private beach resort. I just wanted to see whether I could get in and it was not a problem at all. The resort belonged to some club on the main land near Cancun. |
