An amazing 1955's Dodge owned by my friend Yordy who drives me constantly during my daily work. Sometimes the most precious things are those ones that you just have everyday. Yordy is a veterinarian, but like many other professional people of Cuba he decided to use his father’s car to be a taxi driver and earn a better living. He is very smart and friendly with a lot of personal stories to tell from his time as a driver and the many people he has been driving over these years. He knows many almost unknown places or not to much visited around Cuba.
🔜😮You may have heard about the new taxi "experiment" that starts in December. Tourists are supposed to get only in the luxury or comfort category of cars, but that’s something tourists don’t need to take care about, it’s responsibility of the driver to know what kind of service to provide, if drivers don’t apply for this category and picks up tourists, once an inspector or police stop them, they would have to pay a fine or lose the license for doing something they are not paying taxes for or allowed to do.
This week our guide Armando is taking over our feed to share his Havana with you! #instatakeover
✴️Instagram Takeover!✴️ This week our guide Armando is taking over our Instagram to share with you some of his favorite places and insights. Take it away, Armando!
Hey guys, I'm Armando. I have been guiding for the last year and a half, before I was driving a convertible car around the city, so I have been involved with tourism for the last 3 years. I got interested in driving a car during the development of a website I was designing and coding for a guy who had a business related with city tours. I’m a software developer and a computer science engineer, I was working as a network administrator in the local Havana TV channel and programming as a freelancer at the same time. I consider myself a passionate reader, history lover, cultural explorer, technologist, minimalist and environmentalist 🌏🌱
Étape 23 : Cienfuegos (Cuba)
Les cents couchers de soleil
Rebroussant peu à peu chemin pour retourner à La Havane, je décide de m'arrêter dans la ville de Cienfuegos. "Tu verras, on dirait une ville française", qu'ils disaient. Et effectivement, cette ville a été fondée par un français. Mais son charme va au delà de son côté "français". Comme beaucoup de villes de Cuba, Cienfuegos paraît figée dans le temps.
Je m'aventure vers le port, pour assister plusieurs fois au coucher de soleil. Un coucher de soleil qui paraît comme un feu dans le ciel. Serait-ce pour cela que la ville s'appelle Cienfuegos ? (=100 feux)