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Kissed by a dolphin!

The day started early, a few sunrays before six. The sun peeped, ran an eye over Holguin beach, looked up, parted the curtains of our resort room, and summoned me to the

Guadalavaca [which means, literally, ‘Watch out for the cows’!]. What followed was a week of blissful events. This rambling is one such event from my diary.

window. Our third-floor room offered a fabulous view of the resort and nature: thick vegetation to my right, with the beach curving away from behind my right shoulder to the front as far as the eye can see. Magnificent, indeed! The white sands of the beach seemed to have turned pale by holding its breath at the beauty of the sea. The water was a brilliant blue closer to the shore and turned sea green as it went deeper. Let me back track a bit with a small introduction. The first image that came to my mind when I heard of the company junket to Cuba was the bearded face of Fidel Castro. It was soon smoked out by another image, that of a fine, fat Cuban cigar. Is that all about Cuba that comes to mind? Our vacation to Holguin in Cuba changed my perspective about Cubans and Cuba. We landed on a Saturday night at Holguin

DAY ONE: It was the day we met nature’s other living beings. For a day we became strange creatures of the sea. At nine sharp, the tour bus took us through the country roads to the aquarium. [We had mixed feelings about this trip. But nothing prepared us for what we were about to experience.] Half an hour into the ride, we disembarked at a shaded outpost of the aquarium, close to the tourist docks. The circular thatched outpost had one occupant, a girl behind a semi-circular concrete counter pouring steaming hot coffee for two guests. Outside, beyond a small patch of land the sea gushed in and out through an inlet.

The first image that came to my mind when I heard of the company junket to Cuba was the bearded face of Fidel Castro. It was soon smoked out by another image, that of a fine, fat Cuban cigar. Is that all about Cuba that comes to mind?

As I scanned the horizon for a glimpse of the aquarium, I heard a rustle at my

airport. Our final destination, a five star hotel an hour’s drive from the airport, was located in the resort area of

feet. Within snapping distance was a baby alligator! It was loosely imprisoned in a wire fence about two square feet

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