Havana: Smack in the middle of the district, this nightclub has two dance floors, six bars, and a weekend pop-up club only for 70’s and 80’s music. They mostly play modern-day R&B and parties often turn wild.
The capital of Cuba, Havana is a concoction of rush, colours, and life. While it is the cornerstone of any trip to Cuba, a short ride away from it lies the Caribbean paradise of Varadero. An out-and-out resort town, the 20-kilometre stretch of powdery white sand is the first, second, and third reason to add Varadero to your summer bucket list. As Cuba find its feet with tourism, the biggest industry in the country, Varadero is the beach town driving it. Buy yourself into an all-inclusive beach side resort where you can expect everything from Latin jazz music, Caribbean cuisine, Cuban rum, poolside entertainment, and access to the finest beaches in the continent. Don’t expect celebrities coasting about in La Perla or Zimmerman, as Varadero is known for its urban-chic fashion even on its beaches.Best time to visit is in April.
En route to finding the path across the valley to the town I had come across two small restaurants, in one they told me that they had very good food for vegetarians and served rice and vegetables and wine. I tried to walk there at night, down a path by the hotel but after five minutes in pitch darkness with neither light nor light pollution the silence of the woods suddenly began to spook me. They had asked me if I was definitely coming and I told them I didnt know, in the darkness on the deserted path I realised I probably would have been there only guest as the night time seemed a time to dine in the hotel after all. On my last two days in Vinales I stared to slow down and make the time go more slowly, not doing so much and not reading so much but simply sitting, or lounging by the pool and watching the beautiful valley. This watching and deliberate slowing down of time was helped by the black birds of prey circling high above the lines of tiny horses wending their way through the valley and farmers, driving their oxen minutely below. The beauty of the lush emerald valley and the strange mountains rising up from it sometimes became a backdrop to the characters passing through it. I had positioned my lounger in the shade at the edge of the pool and at the edge of the hill top by a spot where I knew inevitably coach trippers would periodically come to take pictures and smoke and shriek.