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02 June 2016

Cuba (May to June 2016)

Cuba is not a destination I had considered before, but my friend was keen due to the relatively recent thawing of relations with the US. Like many others who heard that news, our first thoughts were of the inevitable changes that would result, particularly a massive increase in both tourism and investment from transnational corporations. The rush to get to the 'unspoiled' Cuba was on.

Transport

Flying from Gatwick is roughly nine hours, with decent inflight entertainment on the Virgin Atlantic flight. If you've got British nationality (I can't speak for others), you'll need a visa for Cuba: we got ours from CubanVisas.co.uk. There are many sites out there, but a lot of them charge ridiculous prices. We paid £20 each, so don't go above that. I'd also recommend tank tops (or vests: more on that later) and shorts, as the climate is hot and humid.

In the same vein, bring a bottle with a good filter (I use Water-To-Go), as you will be drinking a lot of water. Much better to do so without filling the ocean with plastic, one of several problems exacerbated by bottled water. I also didn't use a day bag, preferring to dangle stuff from my shorts. The ones I have from Clothing Arts have so many pockets that you can fit everything on or in them: I had an umbrella, two waterproofs, a guide book, my money, passport, two bottles, my phone, my Kindle, headphones and phone batteries all crammed in there. More than enough to match a bag's capacities, without the sweaty back or sore shoulders. ;)

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When you arrive into Jose Marti Airport, be prepared for a wait. Cuban bureaucracy moves slowly. After they check your passport and visa, there's a long queue for the security checks. Be aware that you need to fill in a blue customs declaration too, something our flight crew did not know, strangely. The forms are on the side, after passport control. Considerable waiting follows if you want to change some money, which you definitely will. On your way out, you do not have to pay the $25 'exit tax' if it's included in your ticket, which with Virgin Atlantic, it should be. Double check, I got conflicting reports on when you had to pay (we didn't pay it, as we flew with Virgin).

Cuba has two currencies: the one you want is the CUC, a 'convertible peso'. You can only get it in Cuba and only spend it there too, converting your pounds or Euros (they don't like dollars, so will whack on extra commission). Our taxi was prebooked through Taxi Vinales, but you can probably just grab a yellow government taxi (prices are apparently the same as the unofficial ones, meaning there isn't much incentive to stray outside them).

There are both 'old' and 'new' street names, which is presumably why those in our guidebook didn't match the one for our casa particulares, but we eventually found it. You will most likely end up staying at a casa particulares, operating much like an AirBnB. From there, we had a brief wander around the local area. It was an easy walk to the historic centre, immediately identifiable as the buildings aren't missing chunks or held up by rickety pieces of wood. Drinks were cheap (about £5 for a beer, a piña colada and a bottle of water), with numerous fresh juices available. I'm not used to papaya, gueva or sugar cane juice (guarapo), but all of it was tasty.

Havana

Our first full day in Cuba was spent in one of the famous classic cars, with a guided tour around Havana. That took in several forts, along with the Christ statue built in 1958 by a female sculptor, the same year the tunnel under the river was finished. Next to the status there is a picture of Fulgencio Batista (the dictator who ran Cuba before Castro), his wife and the sculptor. Our guide gave us an interesting titbit, claiming that Batista's wife suffered from gigantism, which she combatted by having lots of babies. That could well be Castro propaganda, as I couldn't see anything to back it up on google (except that she was tall), so it would be interesting to know if it was true.

At one of the forts, we had what was to be the first of many encounters with Cuba's most renowned export, cigars. There is a small shop selling them, randomly featuring a cigar of record breaking length. The man who rolled it is still sat there rolling, bizarrely sat in front of his own life like waxwork. I don't smoke, so I watched the judo on TV instead. Cuba is an international judo powerhouse (the women's team has an impressive pedigree), but sadly there isn't any BJJ in the country (which I'm sure will soon change with the opening up of Cuba).

Following a short walking tour, we were taken to a cigar factory. That's not the typical factory full of pumping pistons and conveyor belts. Most of the work is by hand although they do use a kind of vice to press down the rolled and packed tobacco leaves into a cigar. According to our guide, men and women were paid the same: the labour force looked to be relatively diverse, in terms of gender and ethnicity. A guard followed us around, presumably in case a worker decided to try and make some extra CUC by selling us a cigar. Those whispers of "cigar, cohiba?" happen a lot on the street, which may or may not be fakes.

Posters of Castro, Che and the late Venezuelan president Hugo Chavez were all over the factory, which is true generally of Cuba. Having said that, Chavez tends to be inside buildings, rather than the many billboards and murals featuring the big three of Cuban revolutionary iconography (Fidel Castro, Che Guevara and Camilo Cienfuegos). Revolution Square scales that up, with huge metal representations of Che and Cienfuegos (looking rather saintly, his hat transmuted into a halo) on the sides of large buildings housing important governmental departments. An even more beatified Cuban dominates the square, with Jose Marti's immense monument stabbing up into the sky. There was originally meant to a statue at the top, but Cuba's weather resulted in Marti's likeness prudently placed at the bottom, in a ponderous pose.

Several parks (including one named after John Lennon and featuring his statue) and drives around posh neighbourhoods followed, along with an incongruously American style diner serving a variety of burgers. They cost about 5 CUC and are quite tasty, but you could no doubt find something possessing some more authentically Cuban tastes than La Chucheria. We finished up at the Hotel Nacional, a famous Havana landmark. It proudly displays the various luminaries who have stayed there, with plenty of faces that would be persona non grata in many other countries, like Putin, plus yet another image of Hugo Chavez. That reminded me of a monument to Ho Chi Minh. As it is apparently only about 10 years old, its main purpose is presumably to needle US diplomats.

After the tour finished, my friend and I had a wander around the Ambos Mundo ('both worlds') hotel that boasts of its Hemingway connection, as well as a lift that only rarely seems to function. The view from the roof top bar is excellent, where you'll also.he treated to a group of local musicians. That is something you swiftly get used to in Cuba, especially in bars and restaurants, but on street corners too. Be aware that they will expect a tip, so keep some coins handy. You'll need coins for the toilet (0.25 CUC is enough per trip), as even in restaurants there is often somebody sat a table in front of the loo.

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While I went to art galleries (see below), my friend went on a surprisingly short Grand Theatre tour. It only takes 10 minutes, at a cost of 5 CUC. Right outside, next to El Captiolio (the Capitol building) is a great place to take pics of classic cars. There is a taxi rank with loads of convertibles, next to a junction. That's where I took the video at the top of this post. A walk by the Malecon is a pleasant way to end your day, especially if you get there in time to watch the sunset. There are several restaurants with a view across the sea, perfect for dinner around 19:00/19:30. We went to one near the bizarre USSR themed eatery with a big red star on the front.

During our wandering round the old town, we came across an interesting exhibition of (I assume) a contemporary painter. That consisted of several photorealistic boulders plonked in peaceful locations, including a pier, an open road and an otherwise empty road. I'm not sure if it was by the same artist, but there was also a surrealist image of hybrid peacock women being suckled by a human-breasted peacock. That's crying out for some exposition, of which there unfortunately wasn't any. Cool painting though.

In the Camera Obscura (or Oscura, in Spanish), the guy who takes your money also gives you a great little demo. It costs 2 CUC to enter at the bottom, then you can take the lift. Watch out for the flamboyantly dressed women in the square outside, they want to get a photo with you so they can charge. The Rum Museum featured a monotone but presumably informative tour, which was very busy: my mind wandered. You also naturally get a taste of rum, the first sip of alcohol I've had since Porto: again, I literally took a sip, then passed the rest to my friend. Port is much more to my taste than rum, and sherry even more so. On the rare occasions I do drink more than a sip, it will normally be some Pedro Ximénez sherry, a similar experience to drinking sugar. ;)

The museum hopping continued with an unusual playing card museum, where you can find playing cards that use electric razors instead of clubs (thanks to being sponsored by Phillips), among many other variations. My favourite was the series based on pop stars who were big in Spain during 1989. I would say the City Museum is not really worth it for 5 CUC. There is an entirely random accumulation of stuff, with Spanish military uniforms, swords, vases, carriages, sculptures etc. There are also no signs telling you about them in any depth, resulting in plenty of guesswork on my part.

Finally, for the Museo de la Revolucion, you will need context to get much out of it. I would recommend reading some history before you go. I went for a huge history book, but I underestimated just how long 1000 pages of dense academic history takes, finishing it halfway through the trip rather than in the UK. On the plus side it is comprehensive on 1762 through to 1962 However, it gets quite dry in places talking about sugar production and the like, plus it was written in the late '60s so is missing perspective on contemporary events.

The Museo is a bit overpriced at 8 CUC, consisting mostly of photos, plus ephemera such as hats, uniforms and even medical equipment. Still, I enjoyed it, as I'd just finished reading about 1959 in my book. There are some amusingly vicious caricatures of US presidents in the 'corner of cretins', especially the monstrous depiction of Dubya with a swastika on his head and claws instead of hands.

Museo de Nacional Bellas Artes

The highlight of this trip for me, as usual, was an art gallery. Havana has a good quality collection spread across the two buildings of the Museo de Bellas Artes. A significant proportion of the paintings are down to Fulgencio Batista's second wife, Marta, apparently a major patron of the arts during her time as First Lady. I only had an hour spare for each building, but even if you're going slowly, you shouldn't need more than two to three hours at most in each building. Entrance is 5 CUC per building, or 8 CUC for both. The Arte Cubanos is specifically Cuban, mostly from the 19th century through to the 20th. There is a cloakroom (though I didn't use it) and a small shop. The only English guidebook I saw was a large one for 50 CUC, which appears to focus on potted biographies of the artists (usually a page or less) rather than discuss the paintings in much depth.

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There are two floors, with earlier works below, later above. Information is limited, generally just the title of the painting, the dates and locations of the artist's birth and death, materials used and sometimes the date it was painted. There is a laminated info card for each room, but only in Spanish.

I know absolutely nothing about Cuban art. It was therefore cool to explore a whole new (to me, at least) art world, though admittedly my favourites were the painters who reminded me of familiar material. For example, Jorge Arche brought to mind Tamara de Lempicka, with those chrome-plated curves visible in both 'Primevera o Descanso' (1940) and his 1935 self portrait. Guillermo Collazo is from the previous century (1850-1896), with a style reminiscent of a polished Goya (died 1828) or Gainsborough (died 1788).

As ever, I found the later art boring, especially the conceptual art, by far my most hated genre. However, because it was Cuban, the historical context made the work from the '50s and '60s interesting. I was far more at home in the second outpost of the Bellas Artes, the 'Arte Universal' building.

That's a collection across five floors of mostly European painting focusing on the 19th century, with some 18th century and a few older works too. There is a good Spanish selection, featuring some big names like Murillo and Zurbaran. There was also at least one painting associated with Goya, though I wasn't sure if the Spanish label was actually attributing it to Goya himself. Most of the paintings are 19th century, but it gets all the way back to the 15th century.

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The fifth floor holds the majority of the paintings I was interested in seeing, particularly the German, Dutch and Flemish selections. The German sections began with some attractive stained glass, moving through various painters I mostly hadn't heard of (with the notable exception of Lucas Cranach). A few old friends from my recent Amsterdam and Haarlem trip popped up in the Dutch collection, including Verspronck, Rubens, Van Dyck and David Teniers the Younger.

British art is also well represented. Sir Thomas Lawrence has several works here, plus a small canvas by one of my favourites, Alma-Tadema. There's a generous selection of Joshua Reynolds, along with some less familiar names, like John Hoppner. Constable is here too, though he's not somebody I particularly enjoy.

I found the French room to be another highlight, especially two works by Bougereau and a glorious portrait of Sarah Bernhardt by George Clarin. There was also a female painter I don't know well, Maria Genevieve Bouliar. Judging by her dates she was a contemporary of Vigeé Le Brun, and indeed one of the works is in a similar style. However the other is quite different, akin to Raphael and other Italian masters of the early Renaissance.

Once I was back home, I found an entry for her in Women Artists: 1550-1950 (Harris and Nochlin's wonderful book, that I've mentioned before), which states she was taught by Joseph Siffred Duplessis, the "most celebrated portraitist in Paris in the 1770s and 1780s." I'll be keeping an eye out for her work: it looks to be mostly held in France.

Viñales

The Havana bus station is a taxi drive away from the centre, you wouldn't want to walk it. We reserved our tickets in advance, but you can buy them at the station too. It's cool inside with plenty of seating, a small souvenir shop and toilets. About ten minutes before your bus is due to leave, you get your tickets from the desk. That has your name and seat number on it, but nobody checks where you sit.

The bus itself was comfortable and air conditioned. Baggage goes in the bottom, for which there is no extra charge (unlike some other places I've been, like Croatia). Our bus to Viñales had a toilet, but it was locked so not much use. Instead, the bus had a stop-off at a cafe about 2 hours into the journey.

Viñales is a small town (around 10,000 people), used by many tourists as a base to explore the attractive countryside. Our initial attempt with a 25 CUC horse ride wasn't entirely successful, as the guide was terrible and the places he took us were unfriendly and commercially focused. I did enjoy the actual riding part, as it's been a long time since I've been on a horse.

In fact, sufficiently long that I think I've forgotten what to do for faster gaits. As soon as my horse went beyond a walk, I was lifting up out of the saddle by pushing on my stirrups and thrusting forward before sitting back down, trying to time it with each 'bounce'. I'm not sure if you're only meant to do that for a canter and up, as well as if you're only meant to do it on every third bounce or something. But meh, it was fun to ride again.

At the tobacco plantation, the chap demonstrating how to roll a cigar was insistent about how great his stuff was by comparison to the allegedly rubbish cigars from factories. It did not sound at all credible. He claimed his cigars contained no nicotine at all (ridiculous), whereas in factories they supposedly didn't take out the middle strip where he said all of the nicotine resides. This was despite the fact we saw for ourselves that they quite clearly did remove that part. His answer was that this was merely a show for tourists. It would have to be a rather involved show, as the strips were all over the floor in large piles. He also wanted to convince us that prices were higher than what they'd told us in the factory.

Still, it was interesting to see him roll a cigar, no machinery required (though the only machine in a factory is that vice). he used honey for glue (though the guide at the factory said their glue was organic too, and cut off anyway when you smoke the cigar). It's tough for small tobacco farmers, as 90% goes to the government, leaving only 10% he can sell for a decent profit. We also went to a coffee plantation, though interestingly the chap there said it was just for tourists, not where the coffee is actually grown (the same is presumably true of the tobacco place).

We then headed up to the lovely La Ermita hotel for swimming (only 3 CUC each, taxi from the centre of town was 4 CUC). It has an awesome view. The next day, it was time to try again with tours, which went much better. Our guide for that was a total contrast, as he was fantastic. So, if you book through Paradiso, make sure to get Julito. Friendly and approachable, he spoke with authority (in excellent English) about everything from Afro-Cuban religion through to local botanical oddities, with the genus and species.

We had four blazing hot hours to luxuriate in the beautiful scenery, as well as tobacco plantations, this time much more authentic and friendly. Geraldo didn't try to sell us anything, made jokes and didn't pretend it was nicotine free, just less (70% is in the middle strip of the leaf they remove). He charged a reasonable 25 CUC for 10 cigars: not much use to me, as I don't smoke, but cheaper prices than anywhere else we went.

We walked near, and then through, the mogotes (large limestone mounds covered in trees), including a natural tunnel ending in a fantastic view. There were lots of pleasant stops for a drink, such as the piña coladas that got the whole group laughing and chatting (as you choose how much Alabao rum to add). Again, Julito had further information here, telling us that 'Alabao!' was a Pinar del Rio expression similar to 'wow!' After the local baseball team won the National series, that exclamation for a home run became the name of the local rum.

An even more incredible view awaited as at the Los Jazmines hotel, on the opposite end of the valley to La Ermita. The hotel itself felt less exclusive, but the view was undeniably superior. Unlike La Ermita there wasn't much cover for the intermittent downpours, but you could head back inside. The day finished off with a meal at El Balcon del Valle. That's a little hidden away, down a long dirt track with a fence a short distance from the hotel entrance. We had a set menu of rice, noodle broth and meat for around 11 CUC. It was good, but the reason to go to El Balcon is the spectacular view, as the tables are on a platform secured at the edge of the valley.

Soroa

Our third stop was Soroa, a tiny hamlet that can boast a lovely waterfall. There's enough space to swim, but be careful of the rocks, which are all very slippery. It only costs 3 CUC to get in and it wasn't excessively busy. The waterfall appears to be popular with locals (at least I assume they were locals, as there were lots of Spanish voices). We got there at about 12:00, but it's probably best to get there in the morning if you want a great part of the waterfall to yourself. If like us you go during May, be sure to bring waterproofs too: there were a few stints of torrential rain, as throughout Cuba during that month.

We had enough time left to check out the Orchidarium, a short walk up from the hotel that sits near the waterfall. It's 3 CUC for a variety of flowers and pleasant walks, first built in 1943 by a Spanish lawyer. To finish up, there was a long walk, again signposted by the hotel. It is fairly steep and full of rocks, so I would avoid it in the rain, but during dry weather you're rewarded by a great view.

Most of our second day in Soroa was spent at Las Terazas, an eco village very popular with tour groups. I'm not sure why, as while it is pleasant enough, it didn't seem to warrant that kind of attention. There's an innovative vegetarian restaurant here that is worth checking out, serving lots of dishes and drinks I'd never tried before.


Cuba is apparently famous for bird watching and I can see why. If you want to get a good look at the turkey vultures (extremely common in Cuba, we saw them everywhere), there is a brilliant spot for it up the road from the Don Agostino casa in Soroa. Incidentally, that case is exceptional: they take particular care with the food, bringing you a breakfast that really is a work of art (as in the picture above). The vultures roost near the so-called 'castle', in the garden of the neighbouring bar. I also enjoyed myself watching pelicans diving for fish by the Punta la Gorda in Cienfuegos.

Trinidad

Wildlife in Cuba is easy to spot and safe: you don't have to worry about enormous spiders or large predators (except for crocodiles, but they are down in the south). The biggest animal we saw was a hutia, a kind of tree rat. You'll also see small and medium sized lizards spread out on rocks, climbing walls and chilling out under trees. A great place to see them is the central courtyard of the municipal museum in Trinidad, an interesting building itself. Despite the name, it is essentially a Cuban equivalent to the stately homes you can visit back in the UK, albeit with a few rooms dedicated to local history (with some important figures, like Eddy Chibas).

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On our way to Trinidad from Soroa, we paused at the lovely El Nicho waterfalls. After paying a rather expensive 10 CUC to get in (given you're limited to a miserly two hours), there are three main pools to swim in along a short hike, plus a great view. My favourite was the second, where remarkably clear water looks to be ideal for snorkelling. I preferred it to the one in Soroa, though that one was much better value for money, with no time restriction.

Trinidad looks like a quiet Spanish rural town at first, especially compared to the relative glitz of Havana and Cienfuegos. The aforementioned municipal museum is worth a look. If you are hungry for exhibits and photos after Havana's Museo de la Revolucion, be sure to check out Trinidad's bandit museum. That contains further photography and artefacts from Castro's guerrilla war in the Sierra Maestra, as well as moving the story on to another guerrilla battle. This time the conflict had flipped, as they were counter revolutionary forces fighting Castro's fledgling government.

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While Trinidad may initially look like a quiet rural town, it's crammed with both rampant construction and jineteros (touts). Every few steps, yet another tout is shouting "taxi" or attempting to draw you into their restaurant. Even allegedly posh (overpriced would be more accurate) eating holes like Vista Gourmet has people pestering you for money, though they are offering magic shows and violin music rather than taxis. There's also an active nightlife, with a great deal of live music. I am not generally one for going out, though I do like to dance: my favourite place was the Casa de la Trova, where I dusted off my rusty salsa and most likely amused the locals. ;)

At the nearby major tourist sites, like the Manaca sugar plantation, the jinetero situation gets even worse. Still, it is worth a visit, particularly the enormous tower: I think I counted around ten flights of stairs on the way up. Be sure you head to the far greater authenticity of San Isidro de Los Destiladeros plantation first to get an idea of what a sugar plantation would have been like a few centuries ago. Although San Isidro lacks the glitzy restaurants and shops of Manaca, the workings of the old plantation are easier to appreciate, with pretty much everything there (albeit in a ruined state, thanks to both time and tropical storms).

That ranges from the baracoons where slaves were held, through to the 'Jamaica train' of ovens to process the sugar. The main house is in a poor state of repair, something which was in the process of being rectified when we visited. I imagine in a year or two, it will look similar to the carefully reconstructed example in Manaca, most likely with a restaurant to boot. Hopefully it won't be overrun by jineteros and stalls.


On our way to the ultimate tourist trap of Varadero, we stopped at Santa Clara. That's the city Ernesto 'Che' Guevara captured in 1959 by derailing an armoured train, the final blow to Batista's regime. The enormous monument to Che consists of a massive statue, an equally huge bas relief, plus several quotes etched on monolithic blocks of stone. Underneath is a small museum, as well as the earthly remains of Che and (I think) some of the guerillas who took part in his ill fated attempt to expand the revolution to Bolivia. You have to leave your phones, cameras and bags at another building behind the memorial: this won't cost you anything and the museum itself is free too.

Like the Museo de la Revolucion, the exhibits are photos and various military ephemera, including lots of pistols and rifles. Some of those other fallen guerillas are similarly commemorated, like 'Tania', which appears to be the nickname for a female guerrilla called Haydee. There's a letter mentioning the German Democratic Republic, for some reason. The resting place of Che and his guerillas is in another room, where an eternal flame lit by Fidel burns. You'll get shushed by the guard, as they expect a respectful silence.

In Varadero itself, there isn't much to see. There's a beach. That's about all there is to do. However, it is a really, really good beach, hence why there are a bazillion hotels along it. As the beach is so huge (all the way up a several kilometre long peninsula), that mass of hotels isn't obnoxious, if like us you stay in a casa outside of the hotel zone. Food at Salsa Suarez was good and relatively cheap, if you're looking for somewhere to eat.

It will be interesting to return to Cuba in a decade or two, as I imagine things will be very different after the big jump in tourism (the first cruise ship only docked in May, two weeks before we flew in. There will be many, many others) and the increase in private enterprise. At the moment, widespread private enterprise remains a new thing, as can be seen from the total lack of advertising billboards, which is a refreshing change. The only 'advertising' we saw were pictures of Che and Castro next to revolutionary slogans. Coca Cola, Nike, McDonalds and the other harbingers of corporate greed must be licking their lips in anticipation.

05 May 2014

USA, Florida - 25th April - 4th May 2014

On my list of places to visit in the USA to meet up with cool bloggers, Florida was right up there with Texas (meaning that like my other two US entries for 2014, this will be heavily geared towards BJJ again). The only reason I delayed until 2014 was because my girlfriend agreed to head to California last year. Naturally there are lots of cool people in California too, but Florida and Texas are the hotspots in terms of bloggers I've interacted with.

The California trip made me realise that it was much more viable than I had thought to do a multi-stop trip. I then thought, why go to just one state when I could go to three, meaning that I've also managed to squeeze in Virginia and a second visit to Texas. I flew out of Austin to West Palm Beach on the 25th, going via Dallas once again (it would appear to be the main flight hub in Texas).

West Palm Beach, 25th-29th April

First thing to note was that the demographic in West Palm was not at all the same as Austin. It was considerably less tattooed and several decades older. My plane on the way there was full of middle aged businessmen talking about fishing: judging by the in-flight magazine, they also really love watches. Every advert seemed to be yet another Swiss watch: the last watch I wore was digital and about two decades ago. My phone is my time keeping device. ;)

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Megan of Tangled Triangle and Groundwork fame was there to meet me at the airport, expanding my culinary knowlege by taking me to a seafood restaurant. She had linked the menu a while back, featuring the fabulous starter of candied bacon. I stayed at an AirBnB for my time in West Palm, in the (comparatively) nearby Lake Worth. Megan kindly drove me the not inconsiderable distance between there and West Palm.

She also took me along to the Boca Raton International Open the next day, where a lot of the Florida BJJ scene congregates. There were several big names in attendance, including Cyborg: as you would expect he won his division. Before his fights he was enthusiastically friendly, hugging everybody and looking very relaxed. During the fights, there was a not so friendly 'knee on neck' choke, though it was extremely effective!

Rilion Gracie was present too, who I previously trained with in Texas, as was Pe de Pano. The latter was wandering around in a gi and had his name called several times. Although I saw him in the 'bullpen' (warm-up area) repeatedly, I somehow missed him competing. Megan and I were surprised to see him listed as taking second place in the results, so presumably he must have fought.

There were lots of other good fights too. I especially enjoyed watching one of Megan's team mates dominate her division, putting her wrestling background to good use with a smooth transition to the kimura as soon as she got to side control. I was also pleased that she stopped a TLI representative from winning gold: it's depressing to see there are still people willing to have that name on their gi, given everything that's gone down, but fortunately there weren't too many of them.

The highlight for me, as it always is on these trips, was meeting up wih local bloggers. Aside from Megan, I also got to meet Stephanie from You Want Me To Put My Head Where? She was busy coaching her women's team and cheering on the other Fabio Novaes competitors, but I had plenty of time to catch up with her later on in Lakeland.

Mainly I spoke to another cool blogger, Suay (from Confessions of a Jiu Jitsu Junkie), who was there with her husband (a brown belt) and daughter. She's extremely easy to talk to, rather like Georgette (they both started under Relson in Texas, incidentally), as well as a capable competitor. I was on camera duty for her fights, both of which she finished in around a minute with a choke. Impressive stuff, considering this was her first tournament as a purple belt.

Later on we headed out to Duffy's, a sports bar that literally has TV screens on every available wall. They were showing the UFC fights, though we didn't stay for the main event: the match between Luke Rockhold and Tm Boetsch was a cool way to round off the night. If you haven't seen it yet, you're in for a treat as the finish is pretty awesome.

Suay is part of the Brazil 021 team and was helping out head coach Andre Terencio with transport and accommodation. He popped down to our table at Duffy's too, though was understandably very tired after spending to whole day oganising the Boca Open. A burger was enough to tip him over the edge: he started falling asleep there in the bar. ;)

I had a relaxed typing day at my AirBnB on Sunday, catching up on on some messages, which was useful as I needed to make a few tweaks to my travel plan. I booked another AirBnB the next day, but weirdly was asked to verify my ID by taking a picture of my passport. This did eventually work, but it took about five tries. Confusingly, it says 'front of passport', actually meaning the main photo page. The desktop version of the AirBnB verification process is less confusing than the app, as it shows you a picture for clarification.

After getting in some Monday drilling and sparring with Megan at American Top Team West Palm Beach, I gorged myself on the extremely cheesy 'Mac N Cheeseburger' at the Cheesecake Factory. I was quite tempted by the Americana Burger, purely because of the name, but the sheer quantity of oozing cheese in my initial choice could not be resisted! The sweet potato fries are delicious too, saltier than those available at Duffy's.

We finished up the day with a wander round the Spanish-colonial style town centre, checking out some random shops and laughing at the 'UK section' of the supermarket (tinned Birds and Ambrosia custard, Yorkshire Tea, PG Tips and some kind of vinegar, plus a load of Heinz soup, which is random as I'm pretty sure that's an American company...) and finally driving around the very posh Palm Beach. Megan was explaining how you needed more than money to live there, you had to have the right kind of old money. Sounded very Great Gatsby, although some businesspeople have apparently managed to force their way in over the objections of local old money residents.

Lakeland, 29th April - 2nd May

Megan booked a train ticket for me for my Tuesday departure to Lakeland. You can get that as an e-ticket on your phone, or alternatively from the machine at the station. Note that the Amtrak and Tri-Rail trains both use the same station and line. It is easy enough to distinguish, as Tri-Rail are double-decker with palm trees painted on the side, while Amtrak are grey and single-decker.

I was catching the 92 Amtrak, leaving at 13:27 to Lakeland from West Palm Beach. It was 8 minutes overdue when it arrived, later stopping randomly for a freight train, which delayed it further. Though it was due to get in at 16:04, it pulled into Lakeland slightly before 16:50. If that's typical of American trains (it happens in the UK comparatively often too), you should probably build in an hour or so when planning pick ups and the like.

Still, that did mean I could polish off Choque, the interesting BJJ history book I'd been reading. It has lots of fascinating info. For example, it alleges that Carlos Gracie never trained with Maeda, that Mario Aleixo was the first Brazilian to open a jiu jitsu school (back in 1913) and that Carlos never won a fight. Apparently, he only ever fought three, two of which were actually exhibition matches with Geo Omori, spun by Carlos as 'real' fights.

The train itself is a whole lot more comfortable than what I'm used to in the UK. It's air-conditioned, there is lots of leg room and you even get an adjustable leg-rest that pops up from under your seat. Where exactly you sit is assigned by the guard, to whom you show your ticket at the door. Keep in mind that to pick up your ticket you will generally need ID (I used my passport). You can bring two bits of luggage, not more than 50lbs each, which both have to go into the overhead rack. You can check the luggage in too, but I'm not sure what the process is as mine were both within the limits.

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In Lakeland I spent some time with Stephanie (and briefly with Allie, who drove me to my BnB from the train station), training at the Fabio Novaes school on Tuesday and Thursday. I was also able to get in some culture, as the AirBnB was within walking distance of the Polk Museum of Art. Though I got the usual confused looks when I said I was going to walk (people don't walk in the US), it was only around 40 minutes by foot.

On Thursdays (I think Fridays too) the museum is free, but even if you're paying it's a mere $5. They ask to take down your zip code, but presumably that's just for their visitor statistics: if like me you live in the UK, they clump everone by country. There is a reasonable diversity of exhibits, kicking off with three rooms of pre-Colombian artefacts from various countries in South America.

The first one that struck me was a rather disturbing statue representing a priest of Xipe Totec, who aptly enough is a god of suffering. As the caption describes it: "The priest wears the flayed skin of a slave, bloody side out, to signify the 'coat' of new vegetation that grows in spring." The priest wore this skin for 20 days until it turned a golden colour. Hence one of Xipe Totec's more surprising epithets as a god of goldsmiths.

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Another room held some skilful work from students of local schools from grades 9 to 12 (I think that is roughly 15 to 18 year olds, but I'm not sure). Professional artists had a couple of installations as well: I wasn't too keen on the first artist, whose thing was arranging toys either in patterns or thrusting metal poles through to them to create stick figure sculptures. It did make me wonder how much he spent on those toys though, as there were hundreds of them.

I much preferred the other installation artist, who created pseudo-natural scenes within the gallery space. There was a scene inspired by looking down on rolling hills from an airplane, combining textured stone (clay? Something that looked like stone at least) with a light show projected onto it. Another room held stalactites and stalagmites she had synthesised, then stuck on the floor and ceiling.

If unlike me you're into your skateboarding (though I did enjoy that old Tony Hawks game on the PlayStation way back when), there's a load of art created out of skateboards. A lot of it felt quite basic, with a few more technically adept designs, but that is no doubt just my subjective taste coming through. Anything modern in art doesn't tend to appeal to me.

Having said that, my favourite part of the museum was in the distinctly modern medium of photography, with a series of photographs taken around 1994 decorating a corridor upstairs (there's a smattering of paintings too, but not in any particular order AFAIK). They come from Peter Menzel's project, Our Material World. A team of photographers went to thirty countries spread across the world and stayed with a statistically average income family. At the end of the week, they had the family bring all their belongings outside of their house and took a photo of it. There was also a photograph of what the family ate, over a week IIRC.

I love statistics and I enjoy human geography, so this was fascinating. The captions told you which country was being featured, along with details of how many family members, their income per capita, their most prized possession (often a religious book or print, but just as often their TV, mode of transport or their livestock) and their hopes for the future, among various other stats. Some of the captions were stark: the caption for the Russian family announced that the father was beaten to death a month after the photo was taken.

If you go as slowly as I did and look at everything very carefully, you could spend two hours at the Polk, but it would be tough to stretch it out longer. There are several water fountains and toilet facilities, but I don't think there was a cloakroom, if you're looking to drop off bags.

Palm Harbor, 2nd-4th May

Thunderstorms dominated Thursday through to Saturday. Fortunately for me, my gracious host Elizabeth over in Palm Harbor was willing to brave the terrible weather on Friday to make the lengthy drive over to Lakeland to pick me up. Considering she also has some developing vision issues due to cataracts, that was especially kind of her! She's a highly intelligent woman who has had a wealth of experience, meaning she's a wonderful person to talk to. Despite the rain, it was therefore an enjoyable drive (at least from the perspective of a passenger!) back to her home.

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Saturday was another day of jiu jitsu, with my last bit of training at the Fabio Novaes open mat, after which Josh and I sampled the excellent pizza at Ozona Pizza near to my host's home. On the final day, I had a pretty much perfect combination of activities. I began the day by continuing to read some MMA history off my Kindle. Elizabeth's 11 year old son then invited me to play a computer role playing game while he watched: my own inner 11 year old leapt at the chance.

I have absolutely adored playing role playing games (decidedly of the single player kind, I have no interest in the 'LOL, did you see the game last night? How about a quest?' RPG socialising of MMORPGs) for as long as I can remember, beginning with Bard's Tale on the Spectrum +3. I was a huge fan of Daggerfall, not so much of Morrowind, but I've been intrigued by Oblivion, as I had heard it was a return to the non-linear stye of play I liked so much in Daggerfall. It's a good thing I have a girlfriend, or I could easily spend all my free time gleefully slicing through goblins in dungeons. :)

After about an hour enjoyably traversing some caves as an orc, Elizabeth took me to the Dali Museum in St Petersburg. There are a lot of Dali museums: I'm aware of at least three others in various parts of the world. While I wouldn't say I'm an avid Dali fan, I do like his work and I find him interesting as one of the major 'brands' in art. Appropriately, there was also a small exhibition going on of the even more nakedly fame motivated Andy Warhol (although unlike Dali I don't find much of interest in Warhol's work, though his life was certainly intriguing).

The entrance fee is quite steep at $21, though that does at least include an audio guide. All of the work is contained within a large room on the third floor. There are 28 paintings covered by the audio guide, so I guess there must be a hundred and something Dali paintings in total. They range from his Impressionist early work up to late pieces from the '60s (I don't think there was anything from the '70s, but I might have missed it).

It wasn't easy to find all of those 28 audio guided paintings: some of them might have been out on loan, as three had completely disappeared. Having said that, the website is relatively comprehensive, though it doesn't show the full piece: for example, this is one of the absent paintings mentioned on the audio guide. The audio guide was pretty good apart from that, giving you an idea of the complex symbolism within Dali's paintings. Some biographical information was in there too, along with a few details on how the paintings found their way into the museum (mostly they came from Mrs and Mr Morse).

The paintings are a pleasing mixture of styles and sizes, with around 10 massive ones, the rest conforming to more normal dimensions. I was disappointed the enormous canvas featuring some guy on a horse in what looked like an outdoor cathedral (after a google, I can see this is 'Santiago El Grande' and the guy in question is St James, patron saint of Spain) didn't get audio coverage, as the captions aren't very descriptive. It takes about 1 hour to 1.5hrs to go around the Dali, so perhaps a bit overpriced at $21 (considering the Polk occupied me for longer and was a quarter of the price), but the quality and name-recognition is of course a few steps up.

Elizabeth saw me off at the airport, again generously making the not inconsiderable drive over there. Just like every other flight I've done in the last couple weeks, from Tampa to Gatwick went smoothly (well, there was some turbulence, but in terms of schedule etc, there weren't any problems. In fact, it arrived early because that turbulence was from tailwinds). At Gatwick, I took the 200 National Express coach back to Bristol, which I'd booked for £43 last year. The coaches pull in to either stand 4 or 5 directly outside the main doors exiting the airport.

I have been lucky to get the opportunity to go to the US three years in a row, meeting up with a significant percentage of my favourite bloggers from over the years. However, I think it's now time to put that on hold for a little while, as my girlfriend more than deserves some big trips together elsewhere in the world. But I will certainly be going back to the States at some point in the future: I still want to hit up Seattle, Philadelphia, Washington DC and New York, plus return trips to Florida (perhaps Jacksonville to visit Suay, if she's still there by that time?), Austin and Virginia Beach. :D

25 April 2014

USA, Texas - 21st-25th April 2014

After arriving from Virginia, I was originally planning to be in Austin for four full days, but due to how the flights worked out it ended up being three. Nevertheless, it was cool to be going back, as I had such a great time in 2012. The flight from Norfolk, VA was simple enough, though I did get worried when the pilot started saying something about the weather affecting flights. Fortunately for me, it didn't cause any problems getting to Dallas: I arrived on schedule and easily made my connection.


I saw Austin as my 'home base', because I already knew from experience that Georgette was an incredible host. After she picked me up from Austin's airport, there was a Fenom gi waiting for me and my exciting new trousers from Clothing Arts. Yes, I get excited at the prospect of new trousers, especially when they have so many pockets! :D

I was great to catch up with Georgette over the next few days, as well as revelling in the the wonderful smell of her house. I don't know if it is the washing powder, the Yankee Candles or some kind of magic Ausin scent, but my clothes have a fantastic aroma for weeks after I've stayed at the Georgette residence. ;)

Mitch was also very hospitable, just like last time, driving me to various spots in Austin. The first one was Mikal's new jiu jitsu venture, Aces Jiu Jitsu Club. He has an excellent facility and a cool group of students. Mikal showed Mitch and I around, then we hung out for a while before class, Mikal filling me in on how he'd gone about setting up the new school.



After class, I headed to a local park with the students, where they put down a mat and got in some rolling right there. The weather was hot (at least by my UK standards), perfect for taking a dip in the nearby river. With lots of Austinites in their swimming gear, the massive abundance of tattoos was made clear. I've long wanted to get a second bit of body art and being in Austin encourage me further. There is a cool 'alternative' vibe in Austin, which come to think of it is there back home in Bristol too. I later trained with Georgette at the spacious Gracie Humaita Austin school, a place I almost felt like I already knew after reading so much about it on Georgette's blog.

On the Wednesday I walked over from Georgette's office to the University of Austin campus. Last time I visited was in November out of term-time: in April with all the students there the atmosphere is a lot more vibrant, as you would expect. Jesse, who I first met in 2012, showed me around the area, wandering up the clock tower and enjoying the various bits of art dotted around campus. There is a large statue in a fountain, which I think is some kind of commemoration of the United States entry into the First World War, judging by the 1917 date and the military helmets on the statues. Either way it was fun to speculate.

I also got to add to that expanding category, 'bloggers I have met in the real world'. This time it was John from the ILoveLegLocks blog, who has moved back to Austin from Korea. He is studying for a Masters at the university, so it was rather fitting that we then had a look around the Ransom, a museum based on campus. Entry is free, with a cloakroom type thing behind the desk. It's just a load of large shelves with dividers (enough space for an average size backpack), but John assured me that he often left his stuff there: appears to be fairly safe.

They have a number of interesting exhibits, including a Gutenberg bible and what is apparently the first ever photograph. If I remember the display correctly, it was taken in France during 1826. The picture is difficult to make out, as not only is it blurry, it's housed in an area without much light, to avoid damage. However, you can tell from the captions and the reproductions outside the dark area that it's a view from a window, showing a house.

A more extensive exhibition was dedicated to the posters and propaganda of the First Word War. I studied the two World Wars for GCSE history and recognised a number of them, especially the 'mad brute' by Harry Ryle Hopps, demonising Germany. Interestingly enough, that image was sufficiently infamous that Goebbels reprinted it in 1939, titled 'the old hatred, the old goal'! He meant it as an indictment of American slander (the alleged Belgian atrocities referenced by the original poster were not well founded in fact, from what I remember of my GCSE), but given the horrors Goebbels initiated, the line could be interpreted rather differently. The material in the exhibition was from various countries, mainly the USA and UK, with a few from Germany too, IIRC. Either way, well worth checking out if you have any interest in World War I.

On the last day I met up with jnp from Bullshido, who gave me a load of great advice about BJJ in 2012. Unfortunately he has picked up an injury so we weren't able to train this time, but that didn't matter as John is a brilliant conversationalist. I always enjoy hanging out with him, and also enjoyed being a brief part of the tight-knit community where he lives. :)

Georgette was also injured, so we weren't able to roll that day as we'd originally planned: my own fault for not taking the chance to join the sparring class the day before. Then again, it just means I've got another great reason to visit for a third time in he future. I did at least get to train for a third time in Austin, on the University of Texas campus with John T.

On Friday, Mitch drove me back to the airport, where I was once again flying to Dallas, before getting my connection to West Palm Beach in Florida.

21 April 2014

USA, Virginia - 17th-21st April 2014

Not long after I returned from California, I decided to book yet another trip to the States. Originally I had planned to focus all my time in Florida, but flying out of different airports in California made me realise that it wasn't that difficult to make multiple stops. I therefore added in Virginia and a return trip to Texas. In case you're wondering, this is going to be an extremely BJJ-focused entry. ;)

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I was happy with the service I've experienced from Delta Airlines, so wanted to go with them again, but they only provided 1.5 hrs for my connection in New York. That's risky, given border queues can be long, so I was forced to go with American Airlines instead (though the international part of the flights was operated by British Airways, immediately making me feel more comfortable. Adding even further to that comfort, I thought I'd wear my spats on the flight too: the fabulous way to beat DVT! ;D). I could have plumped for US Airlines or United, but the level of vitriol directed online at those two, especially the former, put me off.

Flights for 2014 were somewhere in between the endless connections of 2012 and the direct flights I did in 2013. I only had the one change on the way there, at New York. Personally I quite enjoy long haul flights, because it means I get to watch lots of films. I even relish airline food, but as anyone who knows me can attest, my tastebuds aren't exactly refined.

It was a good thing I had made sure to leave at least two hours to connect. JFK did indeed have a wait at the border queue, though it didn't delay things as much as the horror stories I've read indicate. All in all it took 1 hour and 15 mins to get to my gate for the Virginia part of the journey. Once I was through border control, I needed to cross the street and grab the AirTrain to terminal 8 for my connection. It is relatively obvious where to go, but I wouldn't have known that I needed to head over there if somebody hadn't told me (but then my directional sense is seriously lacking).

The plane to Norfolk, VA is quite possibly the tiniest plane I've ever been on, but then it was a short flight of less than an hour. Norfolk Airport isn't all that big, though the baggage claim section all looks much the same if you are planning to meet someone after a flight. Fortunately I already knew what Chrissy looked like, as I've known her online through blogs, forums and Facebook for years. I made sure to wear a suitably bright t-shirt anyway. :)

Virginia Beach

When I originally decided to add Virginia as a stop, it was because US Grappling co-founder Chrissy Linzy and prominent blogger BJJ Grrl (her real name is Leslie) lived there. Prior to my arrival, Chrissy introduced me to Adrienne, where I would be staying: she has a big house with a couple of guest bedrooms. I was excited at the prospect of meeting her, as Adrienne runs a gi company, The Green Gi: a chance to look behind the scenes of the gi manufacturing, branding and selling process was appealing.

The trip got even better when it turned out that not only would I get to meet Chrissy, Leslie and Adrienne, but several other BJJ visitors were coming along too. Well known black belt, BreakingMuscle.com author and Groundswell Grappling co-founder Val Worthington was on the list, along with the mightily bearded Mike Byrd (that's one word, in case you ever meet him) and of course Chrissy's husband and fellow US Grappling brain, Brian.

We all headed out to a place called Ynot for dinner, where the portions are American sized. I was feeling pretty hungry after my flights, so decided to confront a large plate of gnocchi with extra meatballs. The gnocchi won, though I managed to get through a fair bit of it before tapping out. Less meatballs next time! ;)

The next day I had a fascinating chat with Adrienne and Leslie about the Green Gi. Having reviewed many a gi at this point, I'm interested in the whole process of bringing a gi to the market, something Adienne knows a great deal about. She showed Leslie and I different fabric samples, discussed stitching, weaves, suppliers, working with local businesses, how to correctly dye material and how minor changes can cause a significant shift in tone.

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We had numerous other chats on those kind of topics over the course of my stay, several of which I recorded. I'll be putting one of them up somewhere as an interview (either online or in a magazine if I can find an interested party), while the rest were all background research for the reviews I want to do of The Green Gi hemp belts and hemp gi.

Update November 2014: It's taking me a while, but I've been gradually putting up those interviews here. I've also got a few into magazines, such as Val Worthington in Jiu Jitsu Style. Should hopefully be a few more mags interested in some of the others. Also, Leslie got promoted to purple belt a few days ago! Awesome! :D

Adrienne's house is amazing. She not only has plenty of bedrooms, she has a large garden where she grows a range of vegetables, but best of all, it backs directly onto a river with access to a lake. There are a couple of ducks and Adrienne also has a lovely whippet called Hummer. I can't remember hearing him bark once: he's friendly, well behaved (as far as I could see) and has a great temperament.

The whole gang got together a few times to eat, as well as play something called Cards Against Humanity. I haven't played it before, but my friend was familiar with it when I mentioned the game on Google Hangout, so it must have reached the UK too. It turned out that Adrienne's partner Antwain (who owns his own gym and was part of the TUF 8 cast) and Chrissy's husband Brian had both nailed this game, though Chrissy was right behind them.

We gathered at Chrissy's house to watch the UFC, though I was feeling dozy and eventually fell asleep for part of it, so can't remember much of what happened. Even more exciting was the opportunity to interview Val before she left, which I followed up by interviewing almost everybody else in the group too. Leslie was the first of my 'blogger interviews': I'll be putting those up on slideyfoot.com in the 'BlogChat' series, as it seems the most appropriate place.

Even more so than 2012, this was very much a jiu jitsu trip. I didn't do anything that wasn't directly jiu jitsu related, including some training at Antwain's beautiful gym (I rolled with almost everyone, before I tweaked my neck slightly by being stubborn in a triangle) and then a seminar with NHBGear legend Dave Jacobs.

I also learned how to properly sew on gi patches, handily. In my previous attempts, I have tried to sew a corner in place, hoping that by sewing around the full edge, it would stretch out the patch enough to stop it becoming all crumpled. Watching Adrienne in action, I realised that a much better method is to put pins all around the patch's perimeter to stretch them out. A simple difference, but should mean my Meerkatsu patch fits properly when I sew it onto my hoody.

The next stop in 2014 was a return to Austin, TX and the fabulous Georgette on the 25th April, before heading on to Florida and yet more cool bloggers on the 29th April. There was a little more non-BJJ activity, but it was still overwhelmingly about rolling on the floor with sweaty people. ;)