Tall with light colored eyes, they stood in stark contrast with the local atmosphere. It wasn’t a difficult sell once they took one look at Mike’s “shoes” – they were these new age ugly shoes with the each of the 5 toes wrapped up and seperated.Cuban’s don’t have those – nor would they be caught dead in them.Things continued this way in Cuba in some which way or form. [insert something Spanishy and questioning like] as they came upon Mike.********************** My second night I met up with two German girls who I encountered earlier in the day. A bouncer standing guard at a nearby bar came out to help the police understand that Mike was not in fact Cuban.Eventually the restless Italian on the bus from Cienfuegos to Havana slumped into the seat across from mine.There he sprawled out and fell asleep, unaware that one pink testicle had wriggled free of his tiny swimming shorts.
I have never felt unsafe traveling on my own and there are few other countries in the world, like Cuba, where I would consider taking an illegal taxi with a strange man for hundreds of kilometers down back roads.First and foremost, prostitution of both men and women is rampant in Cuba. My first hour there, as I sat at bar in Havana with a newly made Australian friend, a kind hearted local man sat with us while we drank our first mojito – he got us to buy him an overpriced one too of course. ” “Well – they weren’t bothering us, but we were with the guy we are waiting for right now – Mike.As we sat, our new friend wanted to make sure we were treated well on his island, so he continually introduced us to all of his lady “friends”. They think he is Cuban.” The words had barely left his lips when a nearby set of Cuban police officers was on the scene.We want to make sure you're on the right trip and that you have the best experience possible.Every Backroads trip is unique and this one is no exception.