「Love story」の投稿一覧

So I was doing just that, resting at a bus stop on one of those rare instances when a bus came by. It was more of an old truck than a bus but then, Cubans are not fussy about the type of transport, as long as it transports. And like all modes of Cuban transportation, it was packed tight with people. As a traveler in Cuba, you quickly learn to change your idea about personal space. At any rate, the truck, belching smoke, pulled up and el recaudador, the guy who rides the back of the vehicle and takes the money, opened the door to let me in the truck. I waved it off, explaining that I was not waiting for the bus. El recaudador looked at me and smiled and said, “Vámos” let’s go! I smiled back and said no thank you. “Vámos a mi casa!” Let’s go to my house! He thought that was sure to work! I smiled again and gave them the look at said, “nice try but no thank you”. But he wasn’t finished trying to lure me to his love pad. Tip 100 Satoshi for more

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If humans would love like dogs.

Se how these different breeds show affection to each other.

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i call this bus love story part 1

I was sitting at a bus stop. This is either a very clever or a very dumb opening for a book about walking. Hopefully, you’ll pick clever and keep reading. So let me explain. Cuba’s bus stops are havens of shade in an otherwise, hot and sunny country and these concrete boxes with benches served many purposes for me on my 64 day solo walk across the Caribbean’s largest island. They were places to sit where the otherwise omnipresent ants would not crawl up my shorts and bite me painfully on the inner thigh. I could prop my backpack up out of the dirt and dig around for a snack. I could stop and write in my journal or just watch the world go by. They were also great places to meet people and I had some fascinating conversations in these oases. Oh, and yes, on occasion a bus would come by. - Tip 10 to read more

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