Rainbows and roses and whiskers on tyrants,
bright copper bullets and millions of migrants,
brown angry dissidents tied up with strings,
these are a few of my favorite things..
Way to go, Kiwis…. Celebrate the lovely bohemian ambience of the Castro Kingdom. Yeah, man. Cool.
You’ve even transformed Fidel into the guy from those Zig-Zag wrappers so beloved by potheads (or vice-versa?). Man, oh man. You are all so cool, down there. Your coolness is so awesome: it must have rubbed off from the Hobbits.
One suggestion: for the sake of symmetry, please rename one street Third Reich Road , fill its chic shops with Nazi paraphernalia, and ensure that someone opens a Hitler cafe. And while you’re at it, see if you can get some bohemian business people to open a Cambodia Court with a Pol Pot Killing Fields pub.
And the Nobel Prize in Nauseating Insensitivity goes to…… Wellington, New Zealand.
Fidel Castro watches Wellington’s Cuba St
February 14, 2013, 3:32 pm Jennifer Ennion, AAP Travel Writer AAP
Fidel Castro appears to be an unofficial icon for Wellington locals who spend their days on Cuba Street.
His eyes stare down from posters as you dine in the hip cafes and peruse the vintage stores.
A visit to Wellington, on New Zealand’s north island, should always include a stroll down Cuba Street. It’s where tourists can update their wardrobes with treasures of the past or treasures that look to be of the past but are in fact of today.
A store that goes by the name Madame Fancy Pants will send women weak at the knees with its delightful trinkets, jewellery and dress collection.
It opened its doors in April 2007 and owner and designer Claire Terry is keen to chat.
Wearing cat’s eye glasses and stockings with sneakers, Terry says Cuba Street was her mum’s haunt.
“It was her kind of place; she was like a bohemian arty music type and I think the street just resonates with me as a person,” Terry says from behind the store counter.
“It is full of interesting individuals and I think all the shops are generally run or owned by the designer, by the person in the shop.”…
… As in the bars and restaurants of Cuba, music plays a large part in creating the vibe along Cuba Street.
Manu Chao, a Parisian musician of Spanish descent, entertains diners from hidden speakers in Fidel’s Cafe, his beats skipping between the chatter of crockery and cutlery.
When you enter, Fidel’s cigar-smoking mug greets you from a mosaic under foot, while inside, the red and blue Cuban flag hangs above the cash register next to an image of revolutionary fighters.
It’s here you can taste the Caribbean, with the cafe serving smooth Cuban coffee roasted nearby at Havana Coffee Works.
Entire nauseating travel report HERE.