Cuba

For a much needed break from work and the cold British winter, we took a 10 day break to Cuba. We hadn’t really done any research, so having booked the flights, hotels and transfers as a package, we arrived in Havana not quite sure of what to do with ourselves. So tired from the journey, we had dinner on the roof of our hotel enjoying the view of the Parque Centrale, the opera house and El Capitolio.

The next morning we awoke to grey skies, so headed to the Museo de la Revolucion to learn some of Cuba’s more recent history. We also managed a short walk around the old town, trying to avoid the rain. Thankfully the next day was warm and sunny, so we spent a much more pleasant day wandering around the old town marvelling at the contrast of modern art and run down buildings amongst stunning architecture.

We then headed to Varadero for 6 nights to soak up the sun and relax. Varadero is a spit of land around 20km long and only 1.5km wide at its widest, our hotel was almost at the furthermost point. Nicola averaged a book a day as well as a day of diving, and we took a bus into the town though mainly just enjoyed the time to relax in the sun enjoying a Ron Collins from the all inclusive bar.

Some photos here

Yodel-eh-he-ho

Up, up and up…  At 10m/s we swiftly scale the side of Aiguille du Midi. The needle is sharp and man-made walkways of a variety of materials take you between and around the Mount. Not really Robbie’s cup of tea but I think even he appreciated it.

The views are outstanding, 3 countries, not yet a white out for the winter with only Mont Blanc looking like a white marshmallow. Given the steep climb down, a task for the brave,  unsurprisingly the view was only sparsely populated with skiers. But I could understand the attraction of doing so, to reach the powdery snow, in the peace with no one around,  surrounded by stunning scenery, – not quite, but almost literally, on top of the world.

In the museum, the videos of climbers and extreme skiers looked stunning but while the thrill is obvious, for me I couldn’t quite see the attraction of something that would consume so much time to train and perfect before risking your life. There’s simply too many other things to consume our time.

We didn’t manage skiing this time,  so instead enjoyed the views, copious amounts of cheese and time away remembering the joy of something new.

Some photos here