Guarding the Throne
I started to entitle this posting, Bathrooms I Have Known, but that is more explicit than I intend, also it was the projected title of a book of my good friend, Ted R., who traveled the world as I did, and had suffered the use of foreign facilities in more remote locations that I. Unfortunately, Ted is no longer with us, but I’m sure he would have appreciated my efforts. As I’ve traveled around both the civilized and not so civilized world for the last forty years or so, I have seem them all. Bathrooms, johns, WC’s, toilettes, banos, toiletten, crappers, comfort facilities, or whatever they may be called in your part of the world and in your vernacular....There Must Be Another Reason to Come Here
And it isn’t food. I’ve now had three major meals in Havana, not including breakfasts, which is, I realize, a small sample. I’m never one to shy away from making premature judgments about anything, least of all, food. I’m ready to judge. I’m pretty sure they have no idea how to cook in Cuba. Maybe it’s the commies, perhaps it’s the years the rooskies were here, but either they never knew how to cook, or, if they did, they’ve forgotten. Granted, we’ve been eating at all the high end places, such as they are. These are the ones that get great ratings in TripAdvisor were people try to prove how smart they are about hotels and restaurants. The odd...You Don’t Go to Cuba for the Food
It isn’t food. I’ve now had three major meals here, not including breakfasts, which is, I realize, a small sample. But never one to shy away from making premature judgements, I’m ready to judge. I’m pretty sure they have no idea how to cook in Cuba. Maybe it’s the commies, perhaps it’s the years the rooskies were here, but either they never knew how to cook, or, if they did, they’ve forgotten. Granted, we’ve been eating at all the high end places, such as they are. These are the ones that get great ratings in TripAdvisor where people try to prove how smart they are about hotels and restaurants. The odd thing is all of the restaurants look great. They...The Joy of Travel…Miami Style
Patsy, our travel agent, says we have a black cloud over us when it comes to DFW and American Airlines, but it only happens when my darling wife, S. is with me. This time the mechanical bug bit our aircraft and we had to wait for another. Only a two hour delay which didn’t actually matter much to us as we planned to overnight in Miami, but the 100 or so other fellow travelers who were making connections in Miami got the shaft. We finally landed and after the world’s longest runway taxi we disembarked only to be confronted with the world’s longest terminal walk. It was a least six miles I promise you. Unfortunately, it took half the walk schlepping 150...