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Climbing El Yunke. Baracoa. Cuba

flattened photogenic plateau El Yunke altitude 569 meters is just 7 km north-west of the city of Baracoa. The road to the plateau is replete with all kinds of interesting and unusual for a civilized man - a factory for the production of ice, mine on the development of activated carbon for indigestion Cuban stomachs and, in the sweet, chocolate factory, solemnly open Comandante Che back in 1963, for acquisition of gift sets for children of revolutionaries for the New Year on trade union lines.
Divine chocolate perfume emitted by the factory on all of the surrounding valley, is maddening.

All Baracoa scurry Cubans made from selling factories attached to a black ass in underwear chocolate, and natural hot chocolate can be tasted in cafeterias third category of 35 cents a glass, once again, for 35 cents a glass.

rammed primer led me to the office of the National Park, a few wooden bungalow where the morning suffered from lack of a handful of guides. I went to meet Chief nerdy Park, was surprised to saying that for 10 years, sees here the first Russian and offered a choice of two alternatives - an easy walk to the left for the lazy and jaded rum travel for 4 km on the plane to the cascading waterfall in the river Duaba, with a sobering dip in natural freshwater pool, or cause potovydelitelny ascent to the summit plateau of El Yunke.

«In Cuba, too good rum and seductive Muchacha ", without batting an eye blatantly lied to my eyes naturalist in fact a rare occurrence here compatriots. For
13 CUC ($ 15), we assumed a private tour escort to the top with a qualified guide, who, as promised, professionally and in detail talk about plants, animals and inhabitants of this area.

Looking into the eyes of Pedro clean, intelligent person who expressed one single thought "Slope - right hook, I realized that I know about the species of flora and fauna I have in my next life, yes it's for the best. Pedro, lived in a village nearby, in their free time and an accountant training on Section wrestling accompanied tourists on the mountain.
- But tell me, my friend Pedro as a bookkeeper accountant, whether well be an accountant in Cuba?
- Well, Massa Vova and I want to be a military accountant is even better.
- Well Duc, nachfin around the head.

ascent began with crossing the river Duaba knee-deep in water, then settled down area of \u200b\u200bprivate estates (FINCA), with the passage of travelers through which the state pays the owner a monetary bribe.

Agricultural Workers cooperative "La Dolce Vita" were walking in the shadow of kakaoshnyh trees with large baskets and idly tapped sticks on the trees, gathering fallen fruit the future of chocolate.
- «Tell me, my friend Pedro, and whether found here creeping vermin"?
- «No, Massa Vova, snakes here he has never been" reassured young naturalist, and a couple of minutes half-meter tail with express speed uskalzyval from under my feet.

arrangement of lines Cubans pohuisticheski not care, the trail was full of rocks and ledges, and the last rains in some places have turned the soil into the dirty mess that pay its share of extreme in ordinary employment. Gloomy weather did not add liveliness photos, but facilitates the process of recovery, because it was not too hot.

Active The ascent took in trained boys for about an hour, which is two times less than the set schedule. At the top of the winners met the bust of Cuban hero-liberator Antonio Maceo and a breathtaking view of the surroundings. Australia does not, of course, but cute.

walk on top of one end of the plateau to the other was not possible, is available only a small snout a few meters. Descent was even more simple than the rise and wash the sweat, jumping from upswing in the river, we returned to base.

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Deja vu games or spyware. Holguin. Cuba

«Skyscrapers - y-e-b-i-ni-n-s-e. Hat - r-a-n-g-o-n ", Signor Vladimir, what is it? encryption, secret passwords? What do you mean y-e-b-u-u-n-s-e, and g-a-n-g-o-n? I do not understand this word. "
interrogation lasted three hours: the security officers, customs officers, border guards, the headmistress Aeroportovskiy Bank, which, incidentally, we understood each other at first sight, that's what it means kinship professions due to authentication money, replaced one by one, and I laughed and had fun, I did fuck, because it ended my 33-hour flight, because I am again got into an unpredictable razdolbayskuyu country where black is white, and think to the way it decided the great leader, because it loomed before my eyes strange horizons of Latin America and the chest ached with anticipation the opening of something new there? How was it?
Life became more interesting, life has become fun!

Someone dug a crumpled piece of paper on which I fell asleep from accumulated at 10-miles upstream of fatigue, trying to systematize his impressions of London, in Russian, in two columns on the left of pluses, minuses on the right. Secret passwords, the game of spies.
«Fifteen credit cards! German, Arabic, Australian banks, and caught a smuggler! "rubbing their hands checking with interest considering the discounts are Lufthansa, Emirates, YHA - Organization of Australian youth hostelsov. "Millions of money!!! Fishing expedition from the secret pocket bags bales left on the memory of Vietnam and Laos paper, worth three dollars. Circus for the poor and only.

«The accountant can not earn money, to travel for a year, nowhere in Cuba and in Russia, nor in the United States, surely to put points on the «i» Cuban officials, never leave the limits of his native province of Cuba. " "Oooo, comrades, so you're not familiar with all the guys from Merrill Linch and PriceWaterHouseCoopers" mentally retorted I, and fun, the parade continued, "Money is counted?" Only under my supervision, "The laptop insert?" Do not touch, it is your salary for two years. Australia, Singapore, Malaysia ... and here's that stamp? And this ... That in itself. By the way, you been to Samoa?

Then suddenly all disappeared, leaving me alone to collect scattered throughout the already abandoned by tourists airport stuff. No one apologized, never explained the reason and not goodbye. Responsible not, none of my business, socialism, goddamn. Deja vu.
Where it is I've already seen. All of my crime was only in the fact that five years ago, arriving in Havana from Panama at the airport, I accidentally hit by a hand. Finding nothing criminal nor in things, any documents to me at parting promised that the problems of entry into the country the next time there will be no ... have brought in the black list available before the overthrow of socialism in a country that is forever. Black is white, the game of spies ...

- «you some ice cream?»
- «Why do you ask you also only Pineapple? »
Street cafe with plastic tables and manager sovdepovskogo type - thick babischey Gestapo appearance, painted with a thick layer of cheap cosmetics, and commanding the whole world, which is seated visitors according to the liberated areas, and then stinking greasy cloth looked like crumbs on your pants, leaving the soap stains on the table.
- «May I take ice cream and eat standing up against the wall?»
- «Do not hut! Zhdite its ocheredi of posadku! ".

Ocheredi, ocheredi, ocheredi a bus on Elm ocheredi zayti in a shop in the morgue and likewise ocheredy.
The Cuban restaurant is the third category, with a loud name «La Bohemia» with a huge stand of "rights and obligations buyer" in plain, light bulbs directly into the chuck, casually splodgy white paint to cover the mangy blue walls vodoemulsionki, dull and cheap tiles on the floor, the curves of iron chairs and the kitchen behind a wooden, rickety hinges on the door, and cooks were once white, but long unwashed robes with hoods on their heads. The waiter - a young Cubans in the black as coal coat and bow tie on white collar brings a towel over his outstretched arm mannered espresso worth, a Russian ruble.

Team restaurants competing to become the restaurant of the second category with this air-conditioned, iron, cutlery and have not erasable paper towel in a glass splodgy fingers on each table and welcomed the 51 anniversary of the Great Cuban Revolution samonarisovannym poster in the style of Ostap Bender, "Socialism or death. Fidel and Raul, we win. " Who do you fucking win? when he beat? what tries to defeat? Then
inspection of the local morgue, and visiting the toilet at the bus station, where all the same thing only without the coffee. Grimaces of socialism, something already possible, but no one knows how, therefore, all as before.

Shop "Ideal", where it is I've already seen.