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Posted On Thursday, March 19, 2015 at
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10:05 PM
by Alvin
Without doubt, one of our (many) highlights in Cuba, would be gawking in awe of all the old American cars (Cadillac, Bel-Air, Falcon, Fairmont, Vette, Impala etc.); some gleaming with fresh paint and wax, some pluming out diesel fumes with their metallic tail-fins shaking as they moved along and others had nostalgic features of triangular wing windows (for you to stick the lighted cigarette outside so as not to choke the gal you're dating ... ). Our Danish friend Michael whom we met in Cienfuegos, could tell you all about these cars and their special features as he loved all things 50s'.
We would never forget the journey from Vinales to Havana, when we shared a collectivo with a nice Argentinian couple (Natalia and Ezequiel) in a converted 8-seater Ford Thunderbird, the speed meter was always pointing to zero (even when we were going like 100 miles an hour), the fuel gauge was missing and I couldn't recall the driver pulling or releasing any hand brake ... Well, the driver seemed to have registered our doubtful looks before we got on and he drove the Thunderbird like Nigel Mansell, bombing down the expressway and squeezing into any gaps he could find and as we finally arrived in Havana, we kinda got used to all these quirks and actually felt sorry to be getting off ... Yes, it's always good to be able to stay alive and tell the tale ...
