Cuba Bloggage: Fishing with my own Net Part 1

My mother took me to the airport, which was unexpected (at least by me). My mother, my family, my friends, all seem to support this trip into the unknown. Met all the others in the group in the terminal, and headed off into the sky for the great Cuba Solidarity trip.For 400 years Cuba was downtrodden by the Spanish and has now had 100 years of the Americans.
Went to the Camaparmento Internacilionale Julio Antonio Mella http://www.siporcuba.cl/CIJAM.htm. Made friends, became a "Gasolina" (hmm, nuff said). Everybody (Cubans and the Brigada Nordica exchanging stuff).
I cycled in the tropical heat through the orchards, Che on the wall, avoiding the lectures going on. If this is being, I am up for it! Spoke to my daughter. I love her so much.
I may have fallen over unconcious, in the evening, but I wouldn't know.
Day 2: clearing fields, covered in red sticky mud. They could market this stuff as glue or clothes dye. Relaxed after work around the village, a lot of existence for existence sake (says me, who knows nothing), let us just say, non capitalist tropicalism (until the Lion roars!)'
Manana