They lied !

Went up a mountain one day. On the way up we met a couple coming down, who told us we were halfway there. So we gamely pressed on. And it turned out we were only a third of the way at best. But I guess it was a boost to our hiking moral, so whatever...

Then, later, as we sat in a (well-deserved) Mojito soaked daze on the veranda of the Hotel Casa Grande, the same couple arrived and sat right in front of us.

Such blatant willingness to participate in the narrative of the day couldn't be ignored. So here they are.

I just allowed myself an English nod of the head to them in acknowledgement of our mutual path crossing, and resisted the urge to stagger over and make them feel morally accountable for my throbbing, ravaged thighs.

I am not joking. By then end of the trip we could hardly walk, and HAD to spend an entire afternoon laying on sunbeds. 

Honest.

You wear red and I'll wear yellow.

One thing they are not afraid of in Cuba, is colour. I'm not sure if it was the sun, or if they have access to a better, more vibrant pallet of colours that us, but it just knocked me off my feet every day.

See, even sketching them and bringing them back to the UK has dulled their punch, like Victorian botanists sadly watching their exotic specimens wilt and die. 

These outfits could have taken your eye out, they were so bright.

Cuba

Heya.  How you all been keeping ?

First sketch from a different corner of the world.

Cuba airport, crazy place. You know the world record attempt to see how many people you can fit into a Mini ? Well this is the airport waiting lounge equivalent.

Sketch is a bit selective, add a thousand other people milling around, pushing past me, getting in my eyeline. 

And can I say I had never realised how 'communal' Spanish was as a language. Now I am home I am struck by how (relatively) silent the English are.

Simple

Just a few lines today.

A pinch and a punch

First of the month.