Friday, 13 August 2010
Jet lag draws me to the computer at 3am, I wish I were still in Cuba, enigmatic, different, vivacious, hot, Cuba. The SWD in me drew me to the watersports on offer in Varadero, slicing across turquoise seas on a hobie cat, paddling out solo in a sea kayak to toast my knees on clear, but strangely fishless waters. The obligatory outdoor sea swims and snorkeling over coral reefs till an ear infection put paid to that, and a dip with a dolphin, beautiful, sad and moving. Another day, leading the pack in a precarious speedboat, full throttle over open seas and slowly through mangrove swamps. I'll head back one day to investigate the lush hinterland, for now, beach memories will see me through a rainy August.