Only an illiterate, travel banned American would believe this bullshit for a second in this day and internet age!
One of the things Cuba is notorious for the world over and that has made it the #1 destination in the Caribbean for several years now is because the hotelierss and the people there are extremely friendly and bend over backwards to meet you and show you around and introduce you to others and learn about the country.
There is now over 10 years worth of eyewitness accounts of Cuba all over the travel guide section of amazon.com eg, and there’s been thousands of articles written about it in the US media, and zillions of reports and photos and websites on the World Wide Web, and dozens of films made and music and cigars galore.
Can anyone find any evidence anywhere of “Cuba's isolated tourist enclave hotels”?
I happened to arrive at one of them in 1995 just a few days after its official opening by Fidel Castro and it was still full of high level VIP guests from Canada and Europe dressed to the hilt for their grand finale dinner during which they gave a long and hearty standing ovation to the local high school choir. Many told me that they were quite struck by the reaction of the local Cubans to Fidel’s presence: they not only wanted to be there but wanted to touch him. The locals told me the resort brought good jobs and other benefits to the remote fishing and farming community in the foothills of the Sierra Maestra.
If you want to isolate yourself when in Cuba then lock yourself in your room otherwise you’re in for the experience of a lifetime, just leave your misconceptions at home and go with the flow, if you ever do get to go.
Castro's Cuba
Our island neighbor seems lost in the 1950s, with dictator Fidel Castro's influence everywhere. But it also boasts great beaches, food and music.
Sunday September 07, 2003
By Joshua Clark
The Times-Picayune
HAVANA -- The air was so thick and blue I wanted to swim in it. Mango juice rolled off my palm as I savored the last bit of pulp before tossing the pit into the misty valley below.
Diego, our driver, handed me a brown cloth to wipe my hands. While driving the rented Fiat, he had eaten a whole mango without spilling a drop, peeling it from the top with his teeth. A man with a cloth sack walked by, nodded, then disappeared around a bend in the cracked mountain road. Che Guevara stared at us from a billboard.
"La tierra de los dios," said Diego, the land of the gods. He had fought alongside Che in these very mountains. We had hired Diego three days earlier to drive us from Havana to Santiago on the opposite side of Cuba, paying him by buying food and bed.
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http://www.nola.com/living/t-p/index.ssf?/base/living-0/1062912331293300.xmlYup, one look at the real Cuba blows a lot of America's lies and bullshit and fantasies right out the window.