All those who read this blog on occasions will probably recall my fascination with Cuba.
Crew Istaboa has always wanted to go to Cuba by boat and even though the current administration is more lenient on travel to the forbidden island nation, we still resist.
Over the years we've met those who are Cuban or of Cuban heritage and we have learned to sympathize with the exiles. Most of them say that no matter what, they will never return until "The Beard" is dead and the regime is dismantled.
Still we dream of doing the Bahamas/Cuban Loop. Maybe someday.
Anyway... Here's a excerpt from the article — The Yankee Comandante
For a moment, he was obscured by the Havana night. It was as if he were invisible, as he had been before coming to Cuba, in the midst of revolution. Then a burst of floodlights illuminated him: William Alexander Morgan, the great Yankee comandante. He was standing, with his back against a bullet-pocked wall, in an empty moat surrounding La Cabaña—an eighteenth-century stone fortress, on a cliff overlooking Havana Harbor, that had been converted into a prison. Flecks of blood were drying on the patch of ground where Morgan’s friend had been shot, moments earlier. Morgan, who was thirty-two, blinked into the lights. He faced a firing squad.It's a great read, steeped in history and intrigue.
Enjoy.
Adios,
Istaboa
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