We picked up a friend who was 76 years old and just had a
heart attack. At first, he would walk
the track and he would wait for us at the bottom of the steps but then started
going up and down with us. Really nice
guy from North Carolina, carpenter, married 55 years, 2 kids, etc. The great thing is that Jen is the hottest
girl on the boat which is attracting a lot of male attention and hence us
making a lot of new friends. It seems a
lot are using us as inspiration for working out so we think we are going to
pick up people all week. Tomorrow we are
going to bring an AID defibrillator with us, in case any of our companions
“need it.” CLEAR!
We met our maid or attendant, Helga this morning. She is hardy and a foot taller than me.
I finally realized why everything on these old people
cruises is all inclusive, tips included; because if they didn’t include the
tips, they wouldn’t get the tips.
WIFI sucks because it is free and everyone is on it. I went to see if I could get fixed but there
were 10 old people with their phones in front of me. This is equivalent to shutting down the GW
bridge for a day, not waiting, not worth having wifi. I just then realized they could not charge
for wifi or every one of these old people who do not know how to use devices
would complain the whole time. It is actually
ingenious by the cruise to give it for free.
It is crap but its free and they eat it up and cannot complain.
Mom is heading to another lecture while we head to get our
massage and we can catch up before we dock in Havana.
My massage therapist’s name was Olga and that should pretty
much describe her to you. She used enough
oil on me to fry a turkey and had to shower when done which indecently almost didn’t
happen because I almost slipped and cracked my head open from the oil. I forgot how much I like the generation of
men that have no problem showering and walking around a locker room with their dongs
hanging out. They literally will have a
conversation with you like they were at the copy machine.
Finished massage and caught a quick lunch all before the
captain could dock in Havana because it was so windy. Everyone on this cruise is really nice and
easy to talk to. We have made a lot of
friends (even Jen). Of course our tour
got cancelled and they blamed it on Trump but how the F can you confirm or not
this? I wanted to go to the counter and
tell them I called the White House and that was not the case but I do not think
these foreigners get my humor. Anyway,
off the boat is like a cattle herd of old cattle needing walkers and chairs
walking really slow. The line to change currency
was crazy long so we bypassed and just headed into the town. Following Nancy, who went to the lectures, we
saw old Havana and were doing good until Uncle Bills foot quit working in mid
stride. They decided to go back and get
ready for our next dinner excursion and Jen and I went for a walk. We walked around and ended up in a bar called
the Floridia, which turns out to be a famous bar Hemmingway used to write
at. I took my picture there and hope it helps me
write my blog better (another write off opportunity). They even have a spot dedicated to him. Listened to music and had a few drinks before
we got completely lost on way back to dinner at Ship. Nancy said dinner at 630 on the dot and I am
sure she was there at 615 waiting. We
left the bar at 620, got lost and to boot, Jen had 2 Mojito’s and was a lot
tipsy. After our normal fast walk and
through customs, we got back by 635. NOT
BAD!
Side note, watching Mickey almost get hit by a bus while trying to look at a 50 chevy was a little scary.
Wondering how we bought drinks without changing money? We found a bank in town and asked the “bouncer” outside if we
could change money (all in Spanish-Jen).
He said yes and we did but later on we figured he said “bend over” in Spanish
and we did not understand as our exchange rate was not great.
Anyway, back for dinner, shower, try and get my money from
the beverage package (today was a loss for me but I won yesterday) and onto the
show at the Hotel International for a Cuba show. What a show.
Crazy costumes, crazy routines and a great plot (actually, not sure
about the plot as I did not understand anything). Had a few Mojitos and Cervesas and scored an
A+ for the night! Walked Mickey to the
bathroom and he took the attendants towel, etc and said “John, tip him.” Lucky I had money with me and I felt like Sancho
Panza. Lucky I went with him as he went
the wrong way on the way out. We got
home at midnight and waited for mom and dad at all the check points only to
yell down the hall, “goodnight mom” as she bolted to her room. We had every intention of getting up at 615
am to walk but that will come up in next blog.
You always make me laugh John....sounds like a fun time for all..xox
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