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7 January: Searching for Music

 

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6 January: Jibacoa Beach

 

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Mex-Cuba Travelog Updated Now With Pics

Gosh, time flies. It's now almost February. Arrgh! Anyway, we have been updating the Mexico-Cuba entries with pictures and sub-heading, just in case you wanna check them out again. Here's the quicklink:

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4 January: Around Miramar

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3 January: Noe's Recovery

 

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2 January: Havana Fever

Breakfast, Checking Out, and Checking In Again

In the morning, Noe's fever subsided. We ordered breakfast and Noe played with the turtles in the pond. Katya, Isbel's helper, brought a freshly squeezed orange juice for Noe. Later in the morning, Yodhi told us that his wallet was missing during the New Year concert at the Anti Imperialist Square, and we can't blame him for getting wary of his safety in Havana. After we finished packing and everybody got up, we checked out of Casa Isbel. In the mean time Eko was helping out to secure the campervan booking, and he found out that the campervan was only available for the fourth of January. So we needed to extend our stay in Havana and Eko found us a place to stay nearby his residence around Miramar . For security reason of the Cuban homeowner, we can't disclose where we stayed.

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16 December: ASEAN Bazaar and Drive to Celaya

Morning in Mexico City

Indi took Noe on a stroll around the hood looking for Louis Barragan’s home studio but could not find it. I was mostly sleepy all morning due to jetlag.

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14 December: Los Angeles to Mexico City

Our Impression of Mexico Megacity

When descending to Mexico City, a land at 2500m above sea level, we saw the city light from above, which was very very very beautiful. Too bad we didn’t have camera ready. We won’t be seeing this beautiful sight again. Such glitters are unique to this city of 23 million!

We arrived at dawn in Mexico City. The immigration officer talked really fast, somehow I felt that the effort I made in learning Spanish has been futile.

When we took our luggage we found out that Noe’s pack of diapers was torn up. But amazingly the officer returned the scattered diapers into the conveyor belt.

After clearing out the Douana we met Carlos Peralta! He is such a crazy gringo loco who is very skinny and eccentric. He told us a lot of story about when he was in Indonesia and traveling around the world learning arts, including glass blowing art. Carlos stayed with Indi’s family in Jakarta from 1992 to 1993 and has kept his Indonesian lingo polished since then.

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