The extent of our experience with Sandy was limited to an day of downpour in Cienfuegos, and minor flooding.... Or so we thought. Then we all returned to our beloved pent house to discover that the raging winds were not only four times louder on the 12th floor, but had also taken over our Malécon. Transforming our go-to hang out into a disastrous, flooding, angry, Sandy mess!!
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| The Malécon soaking a silly passerby |
We were rather clueless on what to do. We couldn't go on our usual Malécon runs, no more Duro-Frio on the wall, or chatting with out fishermen friends, and above all we had lost our nightly refugee. When Cuba's bars and discos had nothing to offer, we could always rely on the Malécon to provide us entertainment. Rum in the "Modern Barrel", Malta, Mani and the Malécon was always our perfect recipe and Thursday night savior.
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| The view from our pool of the Malécon, as angry as ever. |
But with Sandy hanging around, our Malécon was off limits unless you had your swim gear, life vest, and serious nerve, it was better to steer clear. Not to mention the winds would blow you back right were you came from.
After days of trying to navigate life with such a gapping hole, our dear Malécon is returning to its normal state or peace and subtle entertainment.
Good riddance Sandy.
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