It was great to wake up from my longer-than-a-nap, shorter-than-a-night of sleep, to find all the comments. Thanks for the cheerleading!
One of the great things about my current book: Che’s Chevrlet, Fidel’s Oldsmobile, is that our narrator is not your typical travelogue writer. He’s an American in his sixties, born and raised in Nashville, schlepping around a back-pack and standing in hours long bus lines. In one scene he attempts to copy a college student’s trick of jumping off the back a camello (an open wagon type thing, hauled by a tractor that is very popular public transport) at his destination instead of waiting for it to stop several blocks later. While the college student nimbly hits the ground running and makes an easy exit, our narrator ends ups up on his back in the middle of street glad that there wasn’t another vehicle behind the camello.
I really liked Shweid’s description of the cars of Cuba, “These cars are like old people. They have liver spots of discolored paint, an inability to retain their fluids, and a coughing ignition that makes it hard for them to get started in the morning.”
From the book:
Currently reading:Che’s Chevrolet, Fidel’s Oldsmobile: On the Road in Cuba by Richard Shweid
Current book pages read: 56
Pages read total: 341
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