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Bonjour à tous,

J'aimerais savoir si quelqu'un à déja dormi au Ramada Inn à Fort Lauderdale à 5 min. du port Everglade Avant de prendre le bâteau au port de Everglade nous avons réserver une nuit à cette hôtel ont ma dit que c'était bien pour une nuit buffet déjeuner inclus avec navette de l'aéroport à l'hôtel et au port Everglade.

j'aimerais avoir des commentaires au sujet de cette Hôtel et si il font la navette de l'aéroport de Miami à cette Hôtel

l'adresse est le 2275 State Roads 84, Fort Lauderdale.

J'attend de vos nouvelles Merci

Bonjour, 🙂 Une idée de croisière me trotte en tête, pour notre prochain voyage avec nos 2 adolescentes, sachant qu'il y a des crosières pour personnes plus agées, il dois bien en avoir une à faire avec des ados. Merci! 😉

Hier c’était le 1er avril avec sa coutume presque mondiale de faire des mauvais coups et de faire marcher les gens sans méchanceté. Il faudra que je me reprenne l’an prochain car je dois admettre que je suis le ‘’dindon de la farce’ moi qui croyait soulever une polémique et une discussion à ne plus finir.

Je m'excuse😕 ..............................................Mais je me reprend l’an prochain 😉

Le mauvais Canular: Je viens d’entendre à Radio-canada (RDI) avec Simon Durivage Un reportage sur la fameuse rencontre à Cancun avec les autorités Américaine et les représentants du gouvernement Cubain les 24, 25 et 26 mars. Le gouvernement Américains s’apprêterait à autoriser tout les américains sans exceptions comme les américains d’origine Cubaine qui à l’heure actuel ont le droit d’effectuer un voyage par année dans l’ile de Cuba avec un visas touriste et ce à compter du premier novembre 2010 La condition que les Américains auraient exigés serait que des infrastructures d’accueils nécessaires soient construite dans un délai de 2 ans à auxquelles ceux-ci auraient soit les américains une participation de 60% et les Cubains 40% Semble-t-il que les représentants Cubains auraient accueillis cette exigence favorablement.

Bonjour !!

Déjà je voudrais remercier ceux et celles qui ont pris la peine de me répondre, avec l'expérience que vous avez de ce forum vous avez probablement apporter un grand nombre d'explications à ma première censure.

Pour la deuxième censure, je comprend, c'est un post pas très constructif cependant Monsieur le modérateur quand un membre prend la peine d'écrire un post dans un francais de qualité, sans insultes etc etc... et dans le seul but de conseiller, la moindre des politesse serait tout de même de lui répondre, ne serait-ce qu'une petite phrase... Sinon j'ai quand même eu le temps de lire vos post et je vais tenter de donner mon point de vue (en vrac car je les ai lu ce matin ! lol).

Ce qui est resorti c'est le côté pub, ce qui est hallucinant ! je m'explique. Avant de partir à Cuba j'ai consulté le forum et vous remarquerez que l'on trouve à peu près tout ce qu'on veut savoir sur tous les hotels de Cuba mais que très peu de choses sur les casas particulares (mis à part JDSDF qui fait un boulot impressionnant)... Je suis sûr que dans un post on trouve la couleur du papier toilette du Sofitel à la havane... alors je pensais utile de donner une bonne adresse chez l'habitant... en 15 jrs nous avons fait 6 casas ... je n'ai qu'une adresse à vraiment conseiller... parce que cette famille en vaut la peine, tant pour leur accueil, leur gentillesse, leur générosité... parce que c'est la seule casa ou je me suis pratiquement senti chez moi... parce qu'ils donnaient beaucoup sans en faire trop, sans tomber dans le "commercial"... ils aimaient recevoir les étrangers et ça ça se sent.... parce que juste avant de partir ils nous ont fait écrire sur un livre d'or..... etc etc..... alors de la pub, oui c'est de la pub mais dans ce cas là une bonne partie des posts en sont !!

Pour les commissions ou autres, LOL j'suis dégouté, dans un village de 20000 hab, à 15$ de salaire/mois, je débarque avec mes 1500$/mois et je lui demande quoi comme com à ce cubain???? franchement comment peut on penser un truc pareil ?? le père de famille m'a demandé une seule chose (et encore il était gêné) c'est d'envoyer une lettre en France à mon retour en Guadeloupe...

Dans les réponses, était evoqué le fait que ce soit mon 1er post, oui c'est vrai mais je suis enregistré depuis le 2 janvier, je n'avais pratiquement pas voyager donc je venais plus pour prendre des conseils que pour en donner. Pour cela j'utilise la fonction rechercher qui évite bien d'encombrer le forum .... Donc oui c'était mon 1er post pour justement "passer de l'autre coté" dans ce forum... mais aussi surement mon dernier car je suis vraiment écoeuré par cette modération..... (pour l'anecdocte c'est mon 3eme post avec 1 au compteur !)

Le pire c'est que j'ai l'infime sentiment que si j'avais parlé d'un hotel le post serait toujours la..... J'aurais encore beaucoup de choses à dire tant Cuba n'est pas très loin dans ma tête et tant ce peuple est humble et fier, c'est pourquoi je suis consterné? choqué? ecoeuré? par cette censure... qui sert à quoi? Maintenant Monsieur le modérateur ayez au moins l'obligeance de répondre à mes questions.........

Pour finir, nous avons encore beaucoup de leçon à apprendre et je dirais même que nous sommes bien bien loin des valeurs humaines qui illusionnent notre société... En espérant qu' au moins quelques personnes verront ce message avant qu'il ne soit jeté à la poubelle comme les autres..... c'est facile.... un petit click... et il ne reste plus rien ...

Rémy

Un petit coup de main S.V.P. Nous devons réserver notre voyage de février demain sans faute. Nous avions déjà choisi Varadero mais avons demandé de changer pour Manzanillo ou Santiago de Cuba.

D'après vous laquelle de ces 2 destinations serait la meilleur pour la plongée en apnée et bouteille, la bouffe et les cubains?

Merci de bien vouloir nous répondre rapidement.

D'apres France-Presse cuba se prépare a imposer une nouvelle taxe de 10% pour remplacer dorénavant le $US par le peso convertible.....!!!!

C'est à dire qu, il faudra 1$10 pour avoir 1 peso convertible .Le peso convertible deviendra sous peu la monnaie officielle de Cuba pour certaines transactions qui jusque la se faisaient en $US...

France Presse ne précise pas sur quelle monnaie va s, ajuster la valeur de son peso convertible qui jusqu'à présent valait exactement 1$US....

Mais la vraie question qu, on devrait se poser est celle-ci;

Quel pays va accepter le peso convertible en paiement de fourniture puisqu, on ne sait tjs pas si Cuba possede la "couverture or" pour garantir sa monnaie.........!!!!

A suivre....

I got into music with the will To light up many hearths like Che could do, To circulate ideas, to advance utopia Alternating barricades, sharp thought, and poetry. Mc Solaar, Guérilla

Subscribing without a fight to the slightest line of my itinerary sometimes feels like an illusion. Because there are countries where, despite the fever and enthusiasm, despite the triumphant revolution, certain elements block my path. And if I had planned, for F. and me, a beautiful ascent up Tabouret Hill (Loma del Taburete, 453m), it was without accounting for vegetation as dense as it was thorny, which barred our way after just a few quarters of an hour of walking. Exhausted, I had to face the facts: we wouldn’t go any further. I needed to come up with some kind of Plan B.

But what is this country, an unwitting laboratory of the worst that white civilization has done during its reign? What is this magnificent place—yet another—entrusted to the care of oblivion, just 150 km from the land of freedom? According to Donald Trump, a country supporting terrorism; according to the locals, the vast battlefield of 20th-century ideologies; according to the average tourist, a hot country, a beautiful country, a country where the last illusions of a lost paradise are dying.

On the other side of Havana Bay, we love that statue of Christ blessing the city. There’s something gentle, soothing, in that patriarchal gesture. You’d almost be tempted to forget that at the dawn of the 16th century, those who claimed to represent the Church had no scruples about eradicating the Ciboney and Taíno populations. Worse, you’ll find magnificent this cathedral dedicated to the Virgin Mary, right in the heart of the old city. Under the guise of a civilizing necessity, Havana became, like so many other places, the gilded seat of European pretensions, at the expense of local populations doomed to extermination, then enslaved populations—more or less indigenous—who, you can imagine, didn’t often set foot in this holy place.

Lost in my thoughts, I try to push through this tangled vegetation. Nature reclaims its rights; nature abhors a vacuum. Yes, the well-trodden path of revolution couldn’t stay free of weeds! The road is buried. We give up and turn back, until that fork I’d noted before leaving, which would let us reach the top of the hill by skirting its northern slope.

So the white man arrives, settles, and gets rid of everything that bothers him. He has two unstoppable forces at his disposal: gunpowder and the spiritual certainty of being on the side of an all-powerful god. While the first gives him an unmatched material advantage over his new enemy, the second lets him use the first without feeling too guilty. That’s the magic of this supreme Church: it condemns all forms of pleasure—calling them impurity—while promoting plunder and crime under the cover of evangelization.

Walking through the city, you find a bit of Algiers, except that here, the decay is almost irreversible. You feel the splendor of the past, a disconcerting image of all vanity, from an era when men knew how to build beauty—especially if they didn’t have to share it. We’ll debate the benefits of colonialism for a long time, while glossing over the fact that those benefits often stopped at the city limits, limits all too obvious to the indigenous people. Havana isn’t just one or a few buildings; it’s an impressive collection of works of art built one after another, in what I think was a spirit of healthy competition. Yes, you find Algiers in this exuberance. As if these distant cities were the receptacle of everything that was best in the lands of origin. Atlantes and lintels, golds, blues, ogives, and monumental windows—exceptional architecture in an exceptional place.

Some streets are clean, swept with care; others are not, scattered here and there with potholes filled with water. A rather persistent smell of urine invades us regularly. We move on. And we look up: Havana is visited with your nose in the air. Because the beauty is truly up there, on those magnificent balconies and terracotta arches. Also because it’s not impossible that a piece of that balcony might suddenly detach, hurling our ends into an overseas tragedy we’d rather avoid. On the ground, here and there, rubble. Inexorably, this city is returning to dust.

My Plan B turns out to be no more successful than the first attempt. After a cheerful progression of a few hundred meters, same outcome, same struggle—the vegetation opposes any revolution: impossible to go around the hill! Once again, we have to turn back. We’ll try Plan C. I reassure myself by convincing myself to stay in the logic of this country: Cuba has been searching for itself for five centuries.

Coffee, tobacco, and sugarcane—the green gold of the colonies—so that money could flow and Europe could enjoy itself. Cuba’s history isn’t original. In reality, all the hot lands at these latitudes suffer the same fate: to serve the white man. While waiting for the awakening of consciences, UN Resolution 1514 and more or less affirmed revolutionary desires. Except that—and this reflection is just my own—if the awakening of consciences and the revolutionary will don’t play into what Resolution 1514 hides, there’s a good chance the said state will become a pariah. Those who don’t follow the American doctrine risk a lot; those who decide to follow Moscow risk everything. Independence was only the barely discreet instrument of American views. Patrice Lumumba will gladly enlighten us on the subject.

Turning back is good. Setting up Plan C is better. I won’t deviate from my goal: we will reach the top of Tabouret, whatever the cost! Near a small country road, I hesitate to change the program. Time is ticking—is it really reasonable to attempt the ascent? Then a tricycle taxi appears, a kind of tuk-tuk powered by an electric moped. I take it as a sign from fate, and we board for the starting point of Plan C.

In Cuba, even before Resolution 1514, independence was assured by a pawn of the United States, Fulgencio Batista. There’s no need to go over the whole history here; we’ll just remember that if you know how to give without counting to your former masters, you can enjoy a facade of freedom. Fidel Castro, on the other hand, didn’t know how to give. It never even occurred to him. That’s why the United States harbors such terrible hatred for this rebellious state, opposed to capitalist values and political prostitution. From there to slowly killing its people for nearly seventy years, one can legitimately cry injustice. But there are other priorities. Oh yes! Greenland...

Do Cubans eat their fill? Does seeing overweight people mean opulence? Food grows, no doubt about it. The soil is fertile, the climate favorable. No, what shocks here is the absolute precarity, the feeling of a people living in survival mode, and the decay of both goods and hope. Where to go? What’s the point? The stubbornness of the United States in wanting to impose its views on the Cuban government is felt much more by an overwhelmed people than by those few elites—caricatures of communism—who instill their vision of happiness with a crowbar. The embargo imposed in 1960; the false-flag attacks—American planes flying the colors of the Cuban revolution during the Bay of Pigs invasion in 1961—the exasperation of placing Cuba on the list of countries supporting terrorism. More recently, Donald Trump decided to heavily tax countries supplying Cuba with fuel. The last time I saw such long lines near gas stations was during my first trip to Romania... in 1991. It’s not for me to judge whether Raúl and his clique are playing fair by thumbing their noses at the West. I don’t hold the ins and outs of this war of egos that keeps the world’s great powers awake. I only caught a glimpse of the poverty of an island in 2026, while we in Europe are buried under an avalanche of the useless and superficial.

At the start of the San Juan baths, we find the trailhead. It climbs steeply. But the weather is relatively mild, thanks to a cold wave hitting higher up in the United States. Dallas is under snow; we’re walking in 16°C, a stroke of luck. We climb over rocks, under fairly decent vegetation, sometimes low but passable. And we succeed in the ascent in an hour. Up there, the top of the hill is somewhat maintained, at a minimum, but maintained, as if to honor Che through an awful monument erected in his glory—a stubborn specimen from those years when good taste was inversely proportional to the delusional ideas of those being honored. Birds of prey (raptors?) circle overhead; the monument is dying, crumbling, falling into ruin. *Hasta siempre*—forever—will be for the words. Nature, erosion, life itself will have the last word over all revolutions.

Back at the foot of the hill, just before a memorable swim, we talk with a family living there in miserable shacks whose stability wasn’t unlike that of the Leaning Tower of Pisa. The grandmother holds an animal, a rodent, by its feet. The grandfather has just killed it; she’s plucking its fur. A few steps away, water boils in a pot. She plunges the beast into the container. Tonight, the family will eat ragondin stew. Further on, another shack where, in a disorder rivaling the filth, a mother breastfeeds while sitting on the edge of a bed. Then, on the way down, we’ll meet a middle-aged man carrying a large jerrycan of water on his shoulder. Are these people happy here, far from the cities and their stakes? Is it too much to ask that they at least have access to electricity, running water, and decent, safe housing?

Outside the old city, Havana reveals wide avenues serving imposing institutions here and there. But whether in the colorful alleys of the old town or on the majestic and austere Plaza de la Revolución, the same feeling moves me: sadness. Seeing that only chaos has come from ideas crushes me. We praise, we sing the revolution—above all, we impose it in people’s minds as a necessity, when it’s nothing of the sort. Revolution is just the fruit of a few tortured minds who, once in power, do nothing better than all those before them. Enjoy power. Impose their views. It’s just a matter of color. Fidel saw red and knew how to persuade—or silence forever—his many detractors. The West sees everything in white, through the prism of human rights, and also knows how to persuade and silence its slightest detractors forever.

Paradoxically, Cuba survives largely thanks to tourism, a key element—let’s not be afraid to say it—of capitalism. And when a few players pick up the crumbs from transactions, the lion’s share and the foreign currency go to the government. So we won’t go to Varadero, the high place of relaxation overrun by Canadians. Instead, we’ll limit ourselves to crossing the ocean 30 minutes from the capital, at Santa María del Mar, to get an idea of cheaper tourism and to splash around for a few minutes in turquoise water invaded by sargassum. At the heart of the tourist season, we’ll meet few people. Like Havana, and according to its inhabitants, the high season is rather dead. But we won’t have come for nothing: we particularly love this return where, feverish, the taxi driver pushes his Moskvitch 2140 to the max on the highway, singing karaoke versions of hits at the top of his lungs from an onboard DVD player. East/West, the culture clash with a hint of Latino.

It’s time to leave this country of resourcefulness where extremes are very present. We’re leaving a 5-star hotel in front of yet another crumbling building. We’ve known restaurants at 40,000 pesos while in the street people eat for 400. We’ve seen those countless cars from another era and another culture—Pontiac, Lada, Chevrolet, Moskvitch—being overtaken by gleaming Mercedes and other Porsche Cayennes, the prerogative—if it still needed to be demonstrated—of the newly rich in search of recognition. Boarding the plane, we also understand that we’re not just traveling with tourists: there’s undoubtedly a rich and prosperous diaspora, just as there are relatively wealthy Cubans—well, wealthy enough to travel comfortably in the front of the aircraft. Meanwhile, on all the country’s roads, other Cubans try hitchhiking, their wives and children perched on a suitcase by the roadside. The father holds out his arm and holds a few bills in his hand like a card game. Where are they going? Who will pick them up?

Behind me, the gold of the Capitol. I’m told this gold comes from Russia. Like Marx and Lenin’s smoky theories? Like Stalin’s subtle and delicate paternalism? Let’s bet that, like the other buildings crumbling around it, the Capitol will also collapse one day, to avenge the Indians who perished from the diseases and guns of the whites, to avenge the Africans who obliterated their lives so Europeans could enjoy themselves, finally, to avenge all this abandoned people, left to the arbitrariness of democratic or non-democratic elections.

A sign in the street: We understand history. This is the revolution! We understand history. That’s the revolution.

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Hi, Several comments recommend bringing mosquito repellent. Got it. Are there a lot of them during the day? And by the seaside? Or are they more present (and voracious) in the evening? Thanks.

Hi everyone,

I’ve just returned from Havana after an 18-day stay from October 8th to 26th.

From Montreal, you have to go through Varadero Airport. I now break up the airport-to-Havana transfer with a SUPER pleasant stopover halfway, in the historic village of Hershey (Camilo Cienfuegos). Quebecer Anne-Marie has renovated a century-old house there, and every stay of mine feels like a peaceful oasis. Amazing food, a pool, impeccable hospitality—I highly recommend it! Casa Cub'Anita.

Life for Cubans remains just as tough, made even harder right now by tropical viruses spread by mosquitoes. It’s absolutely essential to protect yourself properly. That said, the purchasing power of foreign currency hasn’t changed much, despite skyrocketing inflation. As of today, the US dollar exchanges for nearly 500 pesos on the "informal market."

This was my first time staying in Vieja, in the non-touristy part. I discovered some great little restaurants run by the younger generation. Affordable, excellent food, and remarkably friendly service: El Chanchulero (it was about time I checked it out—unbeatable value for money!), El Café, Jibaro...

Cubans are still as warm and welcoming as ever—bicitaxis, servers, markets. Speaking the language is a huge plus.

Essentials to download from abroad before you leave: the maps.me offline maps app, and the La Nave taxi/motorcycle taxi app, which is super efficient for getting around the capital.

Sending my best to all my friends in Oriente as the hurricane passes, especially to Baracoa. I’m planning to visit this winter.

Cheers!

renaldito

Hi everyone,

I’m planning a road trip in Cuba and was wondering if there are any bike rental places (125/500cc) with reasonable rates—not the Harley rental places!

Thanks for your help. Wave of headlights! !

Hi there, After our first trip ten years ago, we’d love to return to Cuba in February 2026 to explore the eastern part this time. With only about twelve days, we’re ruling out traveling hundreds of kilometers from Havana, but finding a flight to Santiago de Cuba or Holguín from Paris is proving to be a real challenge. If anyone has any tips, advice, or opinions, I’d be so grateful! Thanks in advance, Joséphine.

Hi everyone. For those traveling to Cuba and then planning to go to the USA, you won’t be able to get your ESTA for the United States (same applies) if you’ve been to Cuba after 2021 due to a law passed by Donald Trump (a law that Biden later repealed). You’ll have no choice but to apply for a visa, which costs 200 € (and approval isn’t guaranteed even after payment). If you’re in this situation, the process to get this visa will be a real hassle—you’ll need to book an appointment at the U.S. Embassy in Paris. It’s the only embassy in France authorized to handle your application after you’ve filled out the visa request on the official website. If you try to cheat by applying for an ESTA for the USA, just know that the American administration has ways of finding out if you’ve been to Cuba. 😉

Hi, I’d like to know if anyone has ever tried using coconut oil before applying sunscreen to avoid sand fleas.

Lots of positive comments online about it.

Looking forward to your feedback!

Nathalie 978

Hi, I’ll be staying at Playa Pesquero in Holguin and I’d like to rent a bike or scooter to explore the area. Do you know how I can do that? Thanks

Hi there,

I’m planning a trip to Cuba this summer and I’d love some info: Is travel insurance really necessary? Can you easily get online by buying a local SIM card or internet card? Apparently, there’s only one currency now—is it better to exchange money with your *casa particular* host? Thanks for all these valuable tips!

Hi there! I’m a 43-year-old woman planning to travel solo in early March. I’m not into commercial resorts, so I’m looking for places like youth hostels or *casas particulares* where I can meet other travelers. I’d love to do a mix of activities—ideally snorkeling, hiking, Latin dance, group tours, biking, etc. Mostly, I want to meet people (not necessarily a man, just folks in general!). My dream spot would be somewhere I can do Latin dance almost every night, but I’m open to other suggestions. Thanks!

Hi there,

Just a quick update on the state of this road: the unpaved section has been significantly improved. You can now complete the journey in about 4 to 4.5 hours instead of 6. Great news! For me, the most hazardous part is actually the paved section before and after Sagua. It encourages higher speeds, but there are deep, dangerous potholes that appear without warning. Be careful!

I’d also note that despite occasional power outages—which casas and paladares know how to handle—tourism remains perfectly doable. Cuba is still magical! I was just told, with a touch of humor, that the official German government website suggests bringing your own toilet paper and candles… Hmm, maybe an update on rechargeable gear would be in order…

Best,

renaldito

Hi,

Some wholesalers are canceling trips to Cuba, but I still want to visit my favorite country. For those who went there in November, what’s the situation like at all-inclusive hotels?

Thanks

Booking for October 28th to Varadero, on October 22nd I was notified that it was canceled. I called and changed it to November 7th, departure at 7 AM. On November 6th, an email informed me that it was delayed until 12:30 PM. My return from Varadero on April 14th, 2025—on November 17th, another email notified me that my return flight on April 14th would no longer be direct but would make a stopover in Toronto. So, a heads-up to those thinking of booking with Air Canada...

Hi fellow travelers, I’m sending this little message to ask if anyone is coming back from Holguin in Cuba, and how the temperature is over there? Did they have any water outages in that area? And regarding money exchange, is it better to exchange into Cuban or US currency? Sorry for asking these questions, as it’s been a few years since I’ve been to Cuba. Do they still require proof of COVID vaccination, since COVID has been making a gradual comeback here? Thanks for reading! Dated November 4, 2024