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Cuba ….. Na Na Na Na Na Salsa
I know there some old saying to do with the first half of his life supported by their parents and the second half of your life take care of your parents. Well, I was looking for my mother all my life, especially in moments when my father is not there and she will compete in the full merger. The first time my father went on business trips abroad, managed (and do not ask me how) to get their hands on the bottom of the mower, while running. I still see, and always stuck in my brain for the moment put his hand in a sink filled with water instantly turned a deep shade of red, like "Jaws" movie. Duggan women are not strong character stomachs and death of my mother, my sister ran out of the room with the intention of calling a good family friend of the road in search of help, go on the road because of the "sight of blood." So you just nine years, Alice running through the relationship with wet towels and water with sugar, trying to revive. It goes without saying, was rewarded for my dad back in Hong Kong with a big bag of Haribo be "Good girl father and my mother was never allowed to mow the lawn again.
So this gives you an idea of the state mental Duggan to embark on a journey into the depths of the Caribbean with her daughter in charge, not the only man alive who can save any no mater how terrible situation. I would say he sympathized with that, but honestly if I see some weakness in me a little play in it? "You have good passport?" " Flight is not just Heathrow Gatwick? "Etc.. Cruel reality, but very funny. Anyway the joke was on me to reach Gatwick 4:30 am to find that our flight at 7:55 pm in Havana with Air Cubana was not anywhere to be seen on the map and after half an hour frantically running to find the plane in which we intend to fly in (it was designed to arrive in the United Kingdom at 6:20 in the Havana) Cuba had not left yet. Another half-hour later, it was revealed that the aircraft was defective and another plane was Madrid and sent out at 14:30. Wonderful. Does anyone have any suggestions great way to spend nine hours in the airport Gatwick departures? I am not well. Reading, perhaps – and I'm all my books ably filled easy to carry in my main luggage and had only Hemingway Ernest, For Whom the Bell Tolls, trying to encompass the whole issue of Cuba, which is easier to read to pass the time, believe me. Give me bought game set, plugged in my iPod and noted the existence of the strange and wonderful living room of the airport of departure (and Not surprisingly, many TV programs about them!)
Well, the plane was 2.30, and 4.30 is was and one would think that perhaps after the hell of my family now extends to Cuban victims had been through the airways, which would treated like movie stars, pampered with drinks and snacks at the time of registration still available. Well you would think wrong and must be communicated to the fact requires the communist regime of Cuba all work for pay more or less the same, and are not in danger of losing their jobs is not … .. So where the incentive to do their job, especially when they are surrounded by hundreds of tourists with high maintenance?! Anyway Regardless, the plan did not have entertainment for all seats were free, the staff was rude to the point of disbelief, there was fucking boring group of schoolchildren who included two lovers sitting in flowers in front of me who snogged for the entire journey of 11 hours, and as he had banished all hope of a vegetarian meal, no food. Gosh, I sound like my grandmother complain. Yet I take comfort in the fact that the money was spent on flights to Cuba's economy and not the pocket pussy Branson.
Anyway with a lot of time on my hands, I thought it was time to address the Lonely Planet "A brief history of Cuba." And so began the obsession … ..
Hands, I knew very little about Cuban culture, history before going ("They are communists, right?") And generally have no interest in learning the history of places. Some years ago I spent a month traveling in Japan with two of my best friends who lived there for some years. We loved it, however much the story (ish) students that I can imagine my "You 've seen a temple that has seen all, come do karaoke again "mind a little cheese. I thought this would be the same in Cuba …" Yes, yes very nice now lets go dancing salsa and drinking rum! "Unfortunately, I do not know if I'm getting older and this is what happens, but I am absolutely fascinated by the thing.
So like I said all I knew they were communists and who recently had a guy named Castro Resigned. I fear that this may cause chaos and turmoil, but was assured by colleagues caribbeaners (?) Are far from busy drinking rum, cigars and snuff for all states of affairs, and while the Yankees stayed away that it was unlikely that civil strife (and hopefully The Yankees have f * cked up enough countries in recent years to stay away, at least until I received a tanning).
Reading the guide opened the door for me, so I posted a brief summary of events that I saw:
native of Cuba, lived happily
"The natives of another Caribbean island arrives, kills all native Cubans and live happily
Spanish and things screw up – killing many people and the rest of the slaves
-400 Years after Jose Marti leads a revolution to get rid of Spanish and step the United States at the last minute and steal the glory
The U.S. Things have really fuck up
"A group of Rude Boys (Inc. Castro and Che Guava) plot to throw more than the Americans and some dick, Batista, and trampled to liberate the Cubans giving residents the 'ideal' existence
"To piss in the United States, Russia, Cuba to keep alive by purchasing large quantities of sugar and cigarettes
– Russia (or should I say the USSR) fuck (greedy bastards) and Cuba gets fucked and more people are hungry
– Begin to let in lots of flexibility tourists happy (like me) to have all their money so they could eat again.
So you can see why I stopped the first story time available!
Anyway back to the tiring long journey … .. ship finally had criticized about 1 am when Cuba (5 hours in English) due to a fall range of Holguin, and ran through the verification of visas and baggage claim took us about 2 hours 00 ….
So the first thing is the will of our transfer to be there as they were intended to reach 16 hours? In the first inspection, no, but after half an hour of panic that our society has booked the following two names – stupid us! So I left the prayer at the hotel Havana had 24 hours of receipt. Unfortunately, I did not see much of the city on the album was scheduled for 3:00, but at least we were on our way. Closer to the hotel I started having nausea feeling is too familiar with me now in a city night, causing an unpleasant incident at Barcelona a few years back (and yes, the story becomes more complex each time you said – had knives you know, I say knives? I was referring to firearms). So it was not the best pleased when I heard our taxi could not drive down the street from the hotel was on and we intend to leave at the end of it. A little money (which I will explain later money) encouraged him to wait until my dear mother (completely disrupted by this) ran down the road to check she was open. Halle-fucking-lujah he was. Almost kiss the taxi driver told me in the backpack and headed on the road to the beautiful "Beltran de Santa Cruz Hotel.
This was greeted with a smile from the receptionist, then exclaims "There's a small problem with your room, the pipe is broken and we had to move to another hotel, just 5 minutes to the corner of the square "
Where would you add? Honestly? Taken here. "Look friend, we've had 30 hours, 13 of them to fuck off at Gatwick airport, 13 in a basement aircraft shit fresh and the rest transit between these places, do not eat, no change of underwear, no teeth cleaned, and dead rats smell like shit and trying to tell me that you two poor defenseless women without baggage to carry around in a strange city at 4 o'clock in the morning to go to the hotel because it was a plumbing problem whore? "
At least that's what I said in my head … what he said in a very weak cry and weak "If Please, will you come with us, I fear. "bless his cotton And he did.
Over time, my head touched the pillow at 5:30 pm Cuban time (9.30 English) after fulfilling the final catastrophe of the night to open my bag, I found my sunscreen had exploited all my equipment. An ideal base for a holiday you do not believe? Things can only get better.
I guess maybe it should really say something about my trip instead of my script "Holiday from hell."
This was my first and certainly not the last trip to the Caribbean. I think it was around 8 when I bought "100% reggae" and decided he was going to spend my honeymoon in Jamaica, so hopefully I'll reach these shores again, since I can find someone to get married. In addition, there are many other places to visit, Santa Lucia, Barbados, Antigua, Bahamas, etc., etc. … We hope that the future of husband is rich! Cuba, however, seems to have something different to stand and walk in the sunny streets of Havana on the first morning confirmed. Respiratory Big Day Out Cubana suddenly seemed a distant memory. Breathtaking architecture ranging from Spanish colonial buildings Old Havana, (many of them completely deserted, but in a funky way!), Neo-classical in the neighborhood of Vedado and influence of the American Art Deco in the center of Havana. I have never seen such diversity in any city and with the added advantage that Unlike most cities have avoided pushing the 1970 round of dead monstrous blocks of a beautiful region. All run by buildings ugly just add to the character.
It is a cliché that there are bands playing in every restaurant, every street corner with people singing and dancing. Admittedly, I was there. The first stop was at the restaurant Il Patio de la Plaza de la Catedral (perhaps my favorite of all mojito party whole, but not much and the first is designed to taste better!). There was a small 3 musicians playing (guitar, saxophone and bass), while a woman danced around crazy (The mother said she was two years ago when she and my sister has disappeared!). Were impressive, I could not get enough of it! So this man in the crowd (Italian, I think) just danced until, asked to embark on the saxophone and simply erased soil with improvisations that are anything you received when playing in a remedial class. This does not occur anywhere else in the world has gone mad and punters for her!
So the first day was devoted mainly to get an idea of the place. Walking lost, stopping mojitos here and there and taking several thousand photos in all new streets in all possible angles. In the afternoon (at the recommendation of some friends) a ferry ride across the water to rise to a strong (and a large statue of Jesus.) It was fun actually, because it was clearly not a major tourist attraction and the shuttle appeared to be literally and workplaces. We stayed like sore thumbs! Always upper part of the stroll, I found not only a beautiful view of Havana, but also a small museum in the house of Che Guava where he lived before you send the revolution and running to help Bolivia and be killed. Here I discovered I had asthma, as I, who briefly inspired me to go and start a revolution, but soon outgrew that.
The food in Cuba is shit, I mean really sucks. I really do not understand how you can get so bad, but they do and especially as a vegetarian who is screwed. You get eggs, eggs, eggs of many that the word still make me feel physically sick. Mother, having been here before I knew it had prepared a kettle and a big bag of couscous to help us in extreme situations, but also worked brilliantly the fate of the only restaurant Italian (possibly in all of Cuba) in Havana at least we managed to get half decent meal! Thus, after chewing his way through a margarita and a great mojito slipped faster than bed early, still a little screwed up monstrosities days.
The second day was a massive conference in politics and history for me. Although normally this concept, I tremble with fear and despair, as I said before I am completely trapped by the fact that this specification tiny bit on the surface of the earth has contributed much the history of mankind. We had a little fun first though to take a taxi at the Revolution Square in a classic light purple (My favorite!) 1950 Buick with a driver was more surprised than asking for many a nod to the cheese! The Plaza is a little bare Unfortunately, with only two things to watch. First, the statue Jose Marti monument in front of the carriage mass, which has come to have breathtaking views over the city and see a lot of turkey vultures scared circle around him. And secondly, my favorite breakfast – the huge image of Che on the side the government building with "Hasta la Victoria Siempre" (Always Forward to victory), written together. I have a little obsession Che's be honest, it is strange to think that was hot? Anyway naked because it felt good to stand on many political rallies and addresses of Castro and other revolutionaries took place.
After what was a taxi errors (see photos) to the National Hotel (very chic!). It was fun to see so many people turn them into mercenaries and swish cars and turn a little yellow stain! Here we had a mojito research on the water where we were yesterday, then go on a stroll along the promenade, where he finally ended the Revolution Museum. Here are all the content you'll ever need to know about Cuba since time immemorial. At one point it was really strange how retail you added – "Here's the scoop Castro used while hiding in Argentina" – no kidding! But it was fascinating. I will not say much that topic (as I gave my brief history of Cuba), but one of the highlights was the "Wall of Idiots", thanking various political idiots to join the cause and the consolidation of the revolution. I do not really give a shit that the insult!
The next day we had more than a bus ride stress (6 pm – 1 stop bathroom) in a city supposedly beautiful, colonial-friendly, although on first impressions seems to be the case. The bus ride in some really bad shown, running surfaces that do not have the charm of Havana, and on arrival Station bus crowds of people were literally provided us bullying. Advertising are not "houses" – the equivalent Youth Hostels in Cuba is to stay at home with a Cuban family who cook and provide that, but apparently no danger to me. So I jumped in a taxi and went to "The Caves" our hotel (the caves). In case of doubt about the next day this place was soon dissolved when we saw where they lived was lush! We dumped our luggage and went straight to the pool for the sampling of local products – mojitos, hills pineapple and red rather strange, orange and blue drinks known colonial Trinidad, he loved. We managed to befriend a group of Residents in all the time to feed us more rum and snacks and give salsa lessons. I have been very supportive and after my series of classes who went on my "I'm sad, lonely and desperate and need to learn salsa to meet the saddest phase and single people desperate ", but learning a new stage which was nice. also had the opportunity to laugh at my mother all to is disordered. Then at 17:00, in just 3 minutes, the sky was overcast with thick black clouds and the heavens opened. I've never been a tropical storm before and I found it absolutely hilarious – the whole area was flooded after 2 minutes of rain, however, with the blood boiling and yet people continued dancing and swimming! I asked my new best friend Tiago how long these storms to which he responded: "It depends on San Pedro" – can not argue that!
For our first full day in Trinidad we got up early and put our team to walk sexy and headed for the mountains on a trek wrong handsome couple at the hotel and our charming guide in Jordan, which recently sounded like Borat when he spoke, it was a little to do, but we made it!
The first part was walking in the center of the Trinity which was much better than it had seemed from the bus the day before – nice and colorful, with all the people go on business there every day or hang on doors, playing the guitar or the sale of fresh fruit. The second bit carried us through some fields in the national park in the jungle dense and mountains. We walked about two hours to complete in a beautiful waterfall and the water tank where Cuban children jump and play. I abstained, As always when it comes to water that may contain living organisms. Although soak my feet and saw a huge lobster as objectionable crawl on the bottom and found that he had made the right decision.
The reverse is not as fun. The midday heat was really a coup in Trinidad and the city is atop a hill and our hotel atop a hill where the energy levels were much lower hill for end. Yet we had one evening, once again poolside cocktails and dance the salsa can not complain! Tonight after dinner (buffet settling the hotel) were treated with a traditional performance of Afro-Caribbeans. 4 Super hot black guy prancing around stage doing crazy things like eating Hot Coal and choose the tables with his teeth. It was more erotic and perhaps left a small puddle in my seat.
The next was the last day in the city of Trinidad, and they were headed that night in the Ancon Peninsula, about 30 minutes south of Trinidad on the coast. However, we were part of the morning at the hotel. His name is actually Cellars for a reason and (as you guessed it) because it was located above a group of caves. One of them is open for visits during the day and very funkily becomes a nightclub night (although we are never in it, unfortunately). So, my little companion Tiago led us on a tour of what was simply awesome! Stalagmites and stalactites to your heart's content – images could salsaing people around you! He!
After that it was a small pool, but as seems to be the model here the night of San Pedro in anger against us, so we decided that we can transfer to the new location, then the weather was bad. So we went around town (at that time resembled a river) and the coast for a few days and sun cold. Upon arrival I found it very good, but being an all-inclusive was very different clientele, ie, idiots, the British drunk, burned. Well, I just saw one of these to be honest, one year I was fat 50ish north rude to a man bar but just bothers me. I do not understand these people who just want to go on holiday not really anything the country's experience, treat staff as slaves, and unlimited alcohol available. Anyway, we went and had a scan and was very disappointed to see that the "beach" is not actually really exist, and there was a patch of sand, but does not extend to the sea compared to our last if everything seemed a little shabby. The sun was not quite back to camp in the pool bar and drank a few glasses. My mother, feeling that was not entirely perfect, and too sensitive nature has decided to take some good and start to really pineapple on my breasts to be more enthusiastic on the spot "I'm really warming to this place Alicia, I'm really warming to. Yes I am definitely warming to this place "… .. Then said he wanted to swim in the ocean before dinner. Thus, a mother or daughter Investment drastic roll was doing its best for less, condescending possible to explain that to get rid of a cliff to reach the small sea when he was angry as a fart was perhaps not the best idea. Needless to say, a combination of his state of intoxication and more emotional for me and even a small injury and begin to feel a little ill led the argument that we have our holidays involve a lot of "I'm just a shame on you" and "I booked with us one day holiday garbage bet I wish you were with your friends, "said … … not nice. Particularly enjoyable than the first time I was made uncomfortable from food poisoning and spent the next 12 hours in the bathroom while my ass shit and vomiting. This is not the highlight of my vacation.
However, a new day dawned. Feeling weakening of the night in the crapper I abstained breakfast (if I saw a plate of eggs does not know what happened), but I suddenly realized what a market overreaction previous day had been. The place was magnificent. The English were not drunk – just a kick that was only because he refused to serve (with good reason – the cat), and even better than they really are the beach! A nice little beach almost deserted with a small bar behind him and a semicircle of rocks on the 100 where, according to the mother, was the best collection of tropical fish I had ever seen. Was perfect for me to hit my ipod, enjoy a brilliant book (no Hemingway!) And to recover from my traumatic night, while my mother swam too excitable and he struck up a friendship with any body that was 10 feet from us. Much better!
The next day we enjoy the hotel's free bicycles and went bike ride along the peninsula. I have not been on a bike since I was 10 and after that I do not know why?! It was fun! It is true a bike ride surrounded by the sea on both sides by a road lined with palm trees is much more appealing than cycling for the A413, but it really should be more often! We stopped at the tip of the peninsula, where the mother had a hotel and spa on a boat for snorkeling on the reef (which of course not – I'm not going to my fear of the sea here – you just laugh at me) and I had the opportunity improve my "Get Stupid Now" if (apparently the last 2 years working in the sunscreen has not changed my opinion about skin cancer).
We had a morning on the beach after this before our move to Havana, I was ready for that. Anyone who knows me knows I'm obsessed with tanning, but this whole "culture" Malarkey had really got to me and wanted to return to Havana and to learn more! At the end of the day I could get a tan if I wanted Lanzagrotty tenth of the price (with the added benefit of Collecting a few STIs), and my bed was almost perfect until then (if you do not mind being incredibly arrogant!)
The return was even more of a nightmare of shit that way. 2 hours longer than it should have been more reserved (for people is standing) road closures, etc., etc. Similarly, when we arrived in Havana who were so late that there were no taxis at the bus station to take us to a hotel and was bloody raining again! After almost everyone on the bus had managed to take a taxi (which should be more aggressive!) Beltran is finally returned to the beautiful and had a gourmet meal prepared cous cous bathroom and sat on the bed ready to enjoy our last day.
The next morning, Havana suddenly appeared 100 times more amazing than when I was there nine days before (and has been an incredible time.) Just mooching around soon I had horrible "5:00 p.m. this evening that it will all be over" feeling. And I was not ready. Try not to let the remaining, we walk through the beautiful streets of Old Havana and Cathedral Square where he had to change mojito life first, and the waterfront, where it was decided it was time to face the turmoil of the markets and buy some souvenirs Press and sticky, a beret Che Guava is the most important, of course. Then we went to look first, a new discovery that has been a street that has appeared in all the pictures of Havana, which were sold on the market. It was a street with a sign hanging that says: "La Bodeguita del Medio" that was a small bar where Hemingway used to hang out and apparently many other celebrities were there as the wall was covered with photos and signatures. It took us very well planned our next port of call. Hotel Ambos Mundos, where Hemingway stayed while he was Business. They kept her room exactly as it was when he fell and you can look around. Also the roof of this hotel has a bar, then we went there and entertain the rest of the afternoon having a few drinks there, basking in the city, with excellent views and good company.
In our march back to the hotel for a drink at our transfer took place for me. These are the streets of a city and there were people sitting in doors are flattering, people who play guitar and other dance and sing around, children playing baseball, women hanging washing over there windows. This is not the case elsewhere, ever. Can you imagine walking around London chatting to people, dance with them, the children play? I bet that 99% of Londoners do not even know there names neighbor next door! And it was communism – all equal, all work as a team, no greed, no corruption, a true community. And I thought: "I could not do this – I could live in the world" ideal "may prefer the ground – where houses each have a chicken and a piece of land to grow vegetables. But you can live well. I've always been against people who earn more money it is conceivable that the work performed satanic effectively make money by screwing other people – bankers, lawyers, etc., and I was against the situation which was created to reflect how much you can do in life (I know it is not intended to be, but is the same.) And I love the ideal. Everyone receives the same, always, what to do and receive as a benefit an education system perfect, perfect National Health Service, a unit managed by the government complete and perfect sense of patriotism. Real patriotism – not only hit football another nation patriotism fans.
I started thinking about England and wondered why he wanted to live here. A country we call "Left Minister main wing (which seems to be Gordon Brown, not now, and Tony Blair) has spent £ 2,000 of taxpayers' money a year in the UK cleaning your house also stupid amount paid by the state. Vicky Pollards and where white trash with money leaks 10 babies welfare state while Asians complain of "bloody and poles – to come here and take our jobs and tax dollars." The tax paying shit, why would not right? I prefer to have this big ass Keith Miller of the world. It is very unpleasant and I do not want to join.
But of course, Cuba is not ideal. The dream is there and I think it probably worked before the Eastern Bloc dissolved, but again if you can not really come as a single unit, then Communism did not, no.
Personally, I think one of the major problems to explain why things do not work as well as they should tourism. It is true that saved the country from hunger, but created a series of problems and people apparently divided into two personality types. Type one is mainly the production, always in favor of Castro. They remember and appreciate post-revolution life well, the special period of pre (between the fall of Eastern bloc to the start of tourism), and also the tourists who enjoy saved his ass when things were pretty bleak. These people therefore, to treat tourists with gratitude, respect and kindness. The second type, which I call the "next generation of Cubans, it seems much more cynical and unsure of what they receive is actually" fair. "These people are really resent tourists often to the point they are just rude (turning her back, fear, etc.) I think the problem is that they are aware of what life was like before. All they see is these rich idiots, elegant clothes, flash, digital cameras and money on hand to launch more, travel to see all cultures and places. Anything you can not have and what could be if things were different. I think I piss off.
Another major problem with tourists allowed into the gap in what people earn in terms of whether they working in the tourism industry or not. Money is a bit complex, but Cuba has two coins – Pesos local and convertible pesos. Tourists are allowed to use convertible pesos each convertible peso is really worth 10 Cuban pesos. So yes, if I had to go into a store and buy a water bottle – it cost me PB1 (about 50p) and a Cuban 1p (about 5p). So yes, they are charging ten times more tourists from all what follows, it still seems reasonable to us (2 mojitos tend to be around 5cp – £ 2.50 – not bad). This means that when you point at a bar for 1CP example – receive around £ 5.00 was worth it, however, it only costs 50 pence. I think this is absolutely genius and I do not see why other countries are unaware. In Thailand, why not charge £ 5.00 for a meal instead of 50 cents? " Tourists can pay £ 5.00! But the people in the industry tourism, with advice, get more cash than any other person leads to unequal people – everything that communism is not. Take, for example, the leg of the tour we did in the mountains of Trinidad. The cost of this kind was 7cp each 14cp in total that our guide kept us 9:00 to 2:00 p.m. in the sweltering heat enthusiasm about all the time, we had a 20 cps note and told him to keep the change. Then he 6CP – £ 3 for us, worth £ 30. It makes you feel good as a tourist. Tipping this value is not much more than what you stand a large local life. In fact, his monthly salary is actually 300p to point a fifth of what they earn in a month. Really mad. But she believes that all doctors and teachers, slaves so that the back and not see something like that comes their way. Where is the incentive to work, So what? This is not fair and it's really where the system is broken. You can definitely feel some social discomfort and I think especially now Castro has resigned, great changes are underway. I guess if you think I'm going I recommend going as soon as possible. (Listen to me make political predictions when 2 weeks ago did not even know what communism really means!)
From Anyway enough of politics and return to reality. Damn I would, but I'm addicted! Six months ago, to spend all my time searching on Google for "Communism for Dummies Che Guava and / or writing ridiculously long association that nobody will read (except maybe Sam – and even, it will probably be bored to now) would have been nice if I Nout best thing to do. But now I do, like checking these tests bastard and this new found obsession substantially reduced productivity is at stake!
Yet the party (which was at the end of the day) was a great success. I would like there and see and do more of the same, and like so many places I've been I tell you one day. But then I realize that to return to a place where I am, it already sacrificing some new site that I can get obsessed with the place temporarily until the next … .. etc etc
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