Start a travel blog Login. Latino Adventures. When I had asked fellow travellers what they thought of Merida, the answer was always the same I arrived from Valladolid and settled in possibly one of the coolest hostels in the world. This was a bit of a curse however, as planned days to visit Merida's sights effortlessly turned into lazy days lounging by the crystal clear pool and immacuate garden, reading, practicing Spanish and watching Vice documentaries if you haven't seen "inside North Korea, watch it now.
Probably the highlight of Merida was the cool people I met. On my first day I went for a stroll with this Swedish chef I had just met, who just came from Cuba equipped with fascinating stories. We had heard good things about the Museum of Anthropology in the city, so we headed there. It turned out that the city just decided to be dead that week, and the museum, along with many others, was to be closed during my stay. With the visit to the museum out of the question, we had our heart set on another fascinating cultural activity Neither of us had ever been to Wallmart, and ever since being obsessed with the website, The people of Wallmart, in which I indulged in one of my favourite past times, i.
Yeah, not that interesting. Prices were inflated and the whole place was depressing, and I didn't see anyone that fit the profile of a 'person of wallmart. After replying, she reached into her bag. I turned to Simon, the Swede, and said to him, 'I bet you 20 bucks she's gunna try and flogg Jesus and Christianity.
About thirty seconds later, I felt like doing an I was right dance, as she handed us a pamphlet saying, "don't worry, I'm not a Jehovah's witness. According to Simon the Swedish chef, Cuba is a special place where life is extremely slow, and all there is to do is dance, drink, have sex and get educated. Absolutely everyone asks for money, even when simply meeting someone on the street. Most of the women aren't 'prostitutes,' but ask for money for sex after the fact.
Sounds like pretty much the spot on definition of a prozzie to me, but apparently if you ask them that they get extremely offended. It can be more considered as a "selling of talents. They no longer lock up homosexuals, and the government will soon allow people to leave. There is a catch, of course. First of all, to apply for permission to leave and get a passport costs hundreds of dollars, and as soon as you hand it over to Cuba's sprawling and inefficient bureaucracy, they ask you how you came across such a sum.
