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I know there some old saying to do with the first half of your life, you are supported by your parents and the second half of your life that you care for your parents. Well, I'm looking for my mother all my life in particular on opportunities when my father was not there and it will melt completely within the jurisdiction. The first time my father went away on business Abroad, she has managed (and do not ask me how) to reach into the bottom of the mower while it was still running. I see still and will always engraved in my brain at the moment she pushed his hand in a sink full of water that instantly a shade of deep red, just like in the movie "Jaws." Duggan women are not a strong nature monogastric and my mother via my sister left the room with the intention to call a good family friend of the road for help, than go on the road because of the "sight of blood." So you only Alice nine years running between relations with wet towels and sugar water is trying to revive both. Useless say that I was rewarded for my dad's return from Hong Kong with a big bag of Haribo being "brave little girl dad and my mom did was never allowed to mow the lawn again.

This gives you an idea of the mental state of Ms. Duggan when boarding a journey into the depths of the Caribbean with her daughter on the merits, without the only man alive who can recover any situation lasts only how to say. I would like say I was sympathetic to that, but honestly if I see a weakness in some I just play on it? "You has been granted a passport? "," Flight is from Gatwick Heathrow not right? "Etc.. Cruel really, but very fun. Anyway the joke was on me in arriving at Gatwick at 04:30 to find that our flight at 7:55 in Havana with Cubana Airways was not anywhere to be seen on the plateau, and after half an hour of frantic running around to discover that the plan on which we were destined to fly (which should arrive in the United Kingdom to 6:20 in Havana) had not yet left Cuba at the moment. Another half-hour later, it was revealed that the aircraft was defective and another plane was being shipped from Madrid due to leave at 14:30. Wonderful. Someone has great suggestions how to spend nine hours departures from Gatwick Airport? Not me either. The reading can be - and I cleverly packed all I'm easy going books in my main luggage and wore only Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls, trying to embrace all Cuba, which is not the most easy read to pass the time, believe me. So, by giving, I bought a puzzle game, plugged in my iPod and I saw the strange existence and wonderful living room of the airport of departure (and it's no wonder they make so many TV shows about them!)

Well, the plan does not go to 2.30, it increased to 4.30 and you think maybe after the hell of my family now extended Cubana Airways victims had been through, we would be treated like movie stars, pampered with drinks and snacks, checked in at the moment never available. Well you would think wrong and must be aware of the fact that claims the communist regime all Cubans work for pay more or less the same and are not in danger of losing there jobs ... .. So where is the incentive to do their work, especially when surrounded by hundreds of high maintenance tourists?! Anyway, the plane was no entertainment, seats were free for everyone, staff were rough to the point of disbelief, there was a fucking boring group of school children among whom were two blooming lovers sitting in front of me snogged for the whole 11 hour journey, and, as I had banished all hope of a vegetarian meal, no food. Gosh I like my grandmother complain. However, I am consoled by the fact that money spent on flights entered the Cuban economy and not the pocket of this con Branson.
Anyway with a lot of time on my hand I thought it was time I tackled the Lonely Planets "A brief Cuban history. "And so the obsession began ... ..

Hands, I knew very little about Cuban culture / history before me ("They are communists, no? ") and generally have no interest in learning the history of places. A few years ago I Japan spent a month traveling with two of my bestest friends, who lived there for some years. We had a great time, however, the two being History (Ish) students I can not imagine my "You've seen one temple you've seen them all, lets go do karaoke again" mentality a bit threadbare. I thought I should be the same in Cuba ... "Yes yes very nice now lets dance salsa and rum drink!" Unfortunately, I do not know if I'm getting older and this is what happens, but I'm absolutely fascinated by the whole shebang.
So as I say everything I knew they were Communists and, recently, a guy named Castro had resigned. I feared that this may cause chaos and riots, but was assured by colleagues working caribbeaners (?) cigars are too busy drinking rum and tobacco for all statements about things, and as long as the Yankees stayed away it was unlikely that civil unrest (and I hope that the Yankees had f * cked up enough countries in recent years to stay away, at least until I got a tan).
Reading the guide has helped set the stage for me, so I noticed a small summary of events as I saw them:

Cuban-native lived happily
-Aboriginal another Caribbean island arrive, kill all the native Cubans and live happily
Spanish-run things up and fuck up - killing loads and the rest of the slaves
-400 Years later, Jose Marti leads a revolution to get released the Spanish and the U.S. step in last minute and steal the glory
Things really fuck-USA
-A group Rude Boys (inc. Castro and Che Guavara) plot to over throw the Americans and some dick Batista, and trampled upon the release Cuban residents by giving them "perfect" existence
To piss-United States, Russia, Cuba maintain life by buying lots of sugar and cigars
- Russia (or should I say the USSR) fuck (greedy bastards) and Cuba gets fucked and more people are hungry
- They begin to leave many tourists happy catchy (like me) to take all their money so they could eat again.

So you can see why I gave up the story to the first available moment!
Anyway back to the long exhausting flight ... .. we finally started this damn boats 1h Cuban time (5 hours in English) due to a decrease rather extended leave in Holguin, and rushed by check visa luggage and took us for two hours on arrivals ....
So the first thought is the desire of our transfer to be there because we were expected to reach 16 hours? The first inspection, no, but after half an hour of panic we concluded that our company we booked with two names - how fucking stupid of us! So we rolled up in prayer at our Havana hotel had 24 hour reception. Unfortunately, I did could not see much of the city on record as being under three hours, but at least we were on our way. Getting close to the hotel, I started to feel nauseous feeling that is all too familiar with me now in a city at night, resulting in an unpleasant incident in Barcelona a few years back (and yes the story becomes more complex each time it is said - they had knives you know, I said knives? I wanted guns). So I was not all the best happy when I found our taxi could not drive down the street from our hotel was the goal and we leave at the end of it. A few pesos (I'll explain later silver) encouraged him to wait while my dear mother (not entirely left impress by) ran on the road to make sure it was open. Halle-fucking-lujah it was. Almost kiss the taxi driver I jumped on my backpack and headed towards the road to the beautiful "Beltran de Santa Cruz Hotel.

Therefore, be welcomed with a smile by the receptionist, Then he lets out "There is a small problem with your room, the plumbing broke and we had to move to another hotel, it is only 5 minutes round the corner on the spot "

What message would you snap? Honestly? I broke here. "Look buddy, we were in place for 30 hours, 13 of them pass whore in Gatwick Airport at 13 on a fucking plane fresh bedrock and the rest in transit between these places, we did not eat, we have not changed their underwear, we do not clean teeth, and we feel like rats dead whore and you're trying to tell me you'll do 2 poor defenseless women leg there luggage in a strange city for at 4 o'clock in the morning to go to the hotel because you have a plumbing problem bitch? "
At least that was said in my head ... what I said in a whining very low and low "Please you come with us, I fear." And bless his cotton he did.
Finally, my head touched a pillow of Cuba 05:30 hours (0930 in English) after fulfilling the final catastrophe of the night as the opening of my backpack, I found my sunscreen had exploded all over my stuff. An ideal base for a holiday do you agree? Things could only improve.

I guess maybe I should actually tell you something about my trip instead of my script "Holiday from hell".

This was my first and certainly not the last trip to the Caribbean. I think I was about 8 when I bought "100% reggae" and decided that I would spend my honeymoon in Jamaica, so hopefully I will again reach these shores, because I can find someone who will marry me. Plus there are so many other places to visit, St. Lucia, Barbados, Antigua, Bahamas, etc. etc. ... Hopefully this is rich husband! Cuba seems to have something different to the rest and walking in the sunny streets of Havana on the first morning confirmed. The day Cubana Airways large suddenly seemed a distant memory. Breathtaking architecture ranging from Spanish colonial buildings in Old Havana, (many completely abandoned but a funky way!), neo-classical in the Vedado district and influence American art deco in central Havana. The diversity that I have ever seen in any city and with the added advantage that, unlike most cities they have avoided upsetting 1970 horror dead turns in the center of some beautiful region. While casting ugly buildings just added to the character.
This is not a cliché to say that there are bands playing every restaurant, every street corner with people who sing and dance around. True, I was there. The first stop was at the Patio restaurant there in the cathedral square (perhaps my favorite mojito party together, but there were many and the first is bound to taste better!). There was a small 3 musicians playing (guitar, saxophone and bass) when some nut case woman danced around (Mom said she was 2 years ago when she and my sister was gone!). They were fantastic, I could not get enough he! Then this guy from the crowd (Italian, I think), just waltzed up, asked to embark on the sax and just wiped the floor with improvisation put everything I ever managed when I played in a remedial class. That would not happen anywhere else in the world and the punters have gone mad why!

Thus, the first day was mostly spent getting an idea of the place. Walking around getting lost, stopping for all the mojitos now and again, taking thousands of photos to each new street at all possible angles. In the afternoon we did (on the recommendation of some friends) a trip by ferry across the other side of the water to rise to a strong (and a huge statue of Jesus). It was really fun in fact that the main attraction was not clear and the ferry appeared to be literally the local buses and labor. We stayed like sore thumbs! Also at the head of our little trek we found not only stunning views Havana, but also a mini-museum of the house of Che Guavara where he lived revolution and pre-post run off to help Bolivia and be killed. Here I discovered he had asthma, like me, who briefly inspired me to go and start a revolution, but I it more quickly.
Cuban food is crap, I mean really crap. I do not really understand how they can get so bad but they do and especially as a vegetarian, we were screwed. You get eggs, lots of eggs, many eggs the word is still making me feel physically sick. Mother, having been here before so knew this was a kettle and filled a big bag of couscous for us help in dire situations, but also worked brilliantly traces the unique Italian restaurant (possibly in all of Cuba) so in Havana at least we managed to get half decent meal! So after munching our way through a large margarita and a more Quick, we scooted mojito in bed early, still a little fucked up the previous days monstrosities.

The second day was a lesson mass on the politics and history for me. Although normally this concept makes me shudder with fear and despair, as I said earlier, I am quite struck by the fact that this tiny spec on the surface of the earth has both contributed to the history of the human race. We had a little fun though first to get a taxi to the Plaza de la Revolucion in a classic, light purple (my favorite!) 1950 Buick with a driver rather puzzled made pose for many a nod to the cheese! The Plaza is a little bare, unfortunately, with only 2 things to do. Jose's first commemorative statue Marti in front of the carriage mass, we went looking for impressive views over the city and shows a lot of turkey vultures circle around him is scary. And my other favorite breakfast - The huge image of Che on the side of the government building with "Hasta la Victoria Siempre (Forever Onwards towards victory) written beside it. I have a little obsession of Che be honest, is it weird to think he was hot? What he is naked as he was was pretty cool to be standing where so many political rallies and addresses of Castro and other groundbreaking took place.

After that we took a taxi bug (see photos) to the National Hotel (very posh!). It was so fun to see so many people come into mercenaries and cars swish and arrive in a small yellow spot! Here we had a mojito looking across the water to where we were yesterday, then go down a bit on the waterfront where we finally reached the Museum of the Revolution. Here all content that you need to know about Cuba since time immemorial. At one point it was really weird how much detail they added - "Here Castro used the spoon in hiding in Argentina "- no kidding! But it was fascinating. I will not say much (as I've already given my Brief History of Cuba), but one of the highlights was the "Wall of morons" thank various political idiots for their entry into the emergence / consolidation of the revolution. They really do not care who they insult!

The next day we had more of a journey Bus Stress (6:00 - 1 stop bath) for a supposed beautiful colonial town friendly, although on first impressions it does seem to be the case. The journey bus shown in some very nasty, down in areas without the charm of Havana, and on arrival at the bus station crowds of people were literally be prevented from mobbing us. They were advertising there "casas" - the equivalent of Hostelling Cuba is to stay in casas with a Cuban family who cook and provide for your needs, but all that seemed to threaten me. So we jumped in a taxi and towards our hotel "Las Cuevas (Caves). You have doubts about the coming days in this place were soon dissolved when we saw how lush where we were was! We dumped our luggage and were made directly to the pool sampling specialties Local - mojitos, pina collada, and bizarre red, orange and blue drinks called Colonial Trinidad, I took a liking to. We managed to befriend a group of locals in a short time we feed more than rum and snacks and give us lessons in salsa. I was very pro already after my series of classes I went into my "I'm sad, lonely and desperate and need to learn salsa to meet saddest solitary and desperate people, "but I learned a new stage which was nice. More had a chance to laugh at my mother completely disorderly. Then around 17 hours, in a matter of 3 minutes, the sky was overcast with thick black clouds and the heavens opened. I've never been in a tropical storm before and I just found it absolutely hilarious - the whole area was flooded after 2 minutes of rain, but it is still bloody boiling and people were still dancing and in the pool! I asked my new best friend Tiago how long these storms usually last to which he replied: "At St. Peter" - can not argue with that!

For our first day Comprehensive in Trinidad we got up early and put on our gear and headed sexy walk in the mountains during a hike unfairly with another great couple of nice little hotel and our guide Jordan, who just looked like Borat when he spoke was a little off putting, but you got used to it!
The first part was walking in central Trinidad which was much better than it had appeared from the bus the day before - nice and colorful, with people going about there business running or hanging in there doorways, playing guitar or sale of fresh fruit. The second bit took us through fields in the national park in the dense jungle like mountains. We walked for about two hours eventually settling in a beautiful waterfall and pool of water in which Cuban children were jumping and playing. I abstained, as always when it comes to water that may contain living organisms. Although I did dip my feet in and noticed a huge lobster as something unpleasant crawl on the bottom and found that I had made the right decision.
The hike back is not as fun. The midday heat was really touched Trinidad and city is situated atop a hill and our hotel atop a hill that levels of the hill and energy were certainly very low at the end. Yet we had an afternoon once more cocktails by the pool and salsa can not complain! Tonight after dinner (Hotel buffet ponds), we were treated to a performance of Afro-Caribbean tradition. 4 guys super hot black prancing around the stage to make things crazy like eating hot coal and pick up tables with their teeth. It was quite erotic and I may have left a small puddle on my seat.

The next day was our last day in Trinidad city as we headed towards the evening at the Ancon Peninsula, about 30 minutes south of Trinidad on the coast. Yet we have done most of the morning at the hotel. It was actually called Las Cuevas for a reason and (you guessed it) is because it was located above a group of caves. One of which is open to visitors during the day and becomes very funkily a box Night Night (If we're ever in this unfortunately). So my boyfriend Tiago took us a tour of what has been simply amazing! Stalagmites and stalactites inside your heart - could just imaging salsaing people around them! He!
After that, he had a little pool, but as seems to be the model here in late afternoon St. Pierre pissed on us if we decided we can then transfer to the new place the weather was rotten. So we went across town (which at this stage resembled a river) and to the coast for a few days baths sun and cooling. Arriving at the location it was quite good, but being an all-inclusive has a rather different clientele, namely idiot, drunk, the British burned. Well, I've seen one of these to be honest, a 50ish year old fat northerner who was rude to a man bar, but it made me really annoyed. I do not understand these people who just want to go on holiday not really anything the country's experience, treat staff like slaves, and abuse of alcohol limit. Anyway, we checked in and had an explore and felt very disappointed to note that the "beach" does not actually exist in reality, although there was a sand patch, but it does not extend to the sea Compared to our last place he just all seemed a bit shabby though. The sun was not quite back so we camped at the pool bar and drank a few glasses. My mother, feeling that he was not quite perfect, and far too sensitive nature decided drink a little and start Pinas many really on my breasts being more enthusiastic about the place "I'm really warming to this place Alice I'm really warming to. Yes, I'm definitely warming to this place "... .. then said she wanted to swim in the ocean before dinner. So drastic a mother / daughter roll reversal, I did my best for the least condescending way possible to explain that to throw a small cliff to get to the sea when she was pissed as a fart was perhaps not the best idea. Needless to say a combination of his drinking and more emotional, and I still a bit sore and starting to feel a little bad we have yielded our only point of the festival involves a lot of "I'm just an embarrassment to you "and" I booked us a holiday garbage I bet you wish with your friends, "said ... ... not pleasant. Especially not nice to me only the beginning to feel sick actually turned out to be food poisoning and spent the next 12 hours to the toilet simultaneously piss on my ass and vomiting. This is not the highlight of my vacation.

But a new day dawned. Feeling rather weak my night in the bathroom I abstained from breakfast (if I saw a plate of eggs I do not know what would have happened), but I suddenly realized walk this reaction over the previous day had been. The place was magnificent. There were no drunk people in English to all - Just as that was just the kick-off, because they refused to serve him (and rightly so - the cat) and even better than that, we found the correct range! A beautiful little beach virtually deserted with a small bar behind it and a semi circle of stones at the 100m, where according to mom, was the best collection of tropical fish, she had never seen. It was perfect for me to type on my ipod, enjoy a brilliant book (no Hemingway!) And recover my night of traumatic, while my mother swam too excitable, and befriended an organization that came within 10 feet of us. Much better!
The next day, we took advantage of free bicycles from the hotel and went on a downhill bike across the peninsula. I have not been on a bike since I was 10 and after that, I do not know why?! It was fun! Certainly a bike ride surrounded by the sea on both sides on a road lined palm is much more appealing than cycling with the A413, but it really should be done more often! We stopped off at the tip of the peninsula where there was a hotel and the mother flew away on a boat to the snorkeling on the reef (I obviously did not - I'm not going in my fear of the sea here - that you make fun of me) and I had the chance to improve my 'get stupid now' tan (apparently the last 2 years working in the sun has not really changed my opinion about the skin cancer).

We had a most mornings on the beach after that before our transfer to Havana where I was really ready for this. Those who know me know how I'm obsessed with being tanned but Sun this whole "culture" malarkey was really for me and I was itching to return to Havana and to learn more! At the end of the day I could get a tan if I wanted to Lanzagrotty tenth of the price (with the added benefit of picking up a few STIs), and my tan was almost perfect by then anyway (if I do not mind being incredibly arrogant!)
The bus ride back was even more of a nightmare that damn how it. 2 hours longer than it should have been more cautious (so people were standing), road closures etc. etc. Also, when we arrived in Havana we were so late that there were no taxis at the station road to take us to a hotel, and it was bloody raining again! After about anyone else on the bus had managed to flag a taxi (we must be more insistent!) We finally returned to the beautiful and Beltran had a gourmet meal of couscous and installs bathroom to bed ready to get the most out of our last day.

The next morning, Havana suddenly appeared 100 times more amazing than when I was 9 days before (and it was a pretty amazing at the time). Mooching around I suddenly had this horrible "In its 17 o'clock tonight, it will all be over" feeling. And I was not ready for it. Try not to let prejudice, we walked through the beautiful streets of Old Havana through Cathedral Square where we had that first life changing mojito, and on the waterfront where we decided it was time to tackle the market turmoil and buy some souvenirs and Pressies sticky, being a beret Che Guavara most important, of course. Then we went to first find a new discovery that was a street that has appeared in all the pictures of Havana which were on sale on the market. It was a street with a sign saying hang "The Bodeguito del Medio" which proved to be a small little bar where Hemingway used to hang out and it seemed many other celebs were there too that the wall was covered with photos and signatures. It took us well into our next point of call. Hotel Ambos Mundos, where Hemingway stayed during his visit. They have preserved its room exactly how he was when he stayed and you can look around him. Also the roof of this hotel has a bar so we went there and whiled far the rest of our afternoon with a few drinks up there, enjoying the sun with fabulous views over the city and great company.

On our walk back to the hotel for our transfer was something for me. These are the streets of a city and there were people sitting there doors flattering, the People play the guitar and other dance and sing around, children playing baseball, women extended their clothes there windows. This will happen not anywhere else, ever. Can you imagine walking around London chatting to people, dance with them, children play? I bet that 99% of Londoners do not even know there are names next neighbor! And it was communism - all equal, all those who work in teams, no greed, no corruption, a real community. And I thought: "I could do it - I could not live in a world" ideal "Perhaps I prefer the countryside - where the houses have each a chicken and a piece of land to grow vegetables. But I really could live like that. I've always been against people who earn more money that what is conceivable to jobs Satanic effectively only make money by screwing other people - bankers, lawyers, etc. And I cons was the situation you born to thinking how much you can do in life (I know it is not intended to be like that, but it is). And I love the ideal. Everyone receives the same, if they work, what they do and as a benefit of receiving an education system perfect, perfect service national health care, a race that everything is perfect government and a complete sense patriotism. Real patriotism - and not just against the patriotism of other nations football fans.
I started thinking about England and wondering why I wanted to continue living here. A country where our so-called "left wing" Prime Minister (Tony Gordon Brown who is apparently now, not Blair) spends £ 2,000 of taxpayers' money a year on British cleansers amount of his stupid house also supported by the state. And where white trash with 10 babies Vicky Pollards money leak welfare state, while bemoaning the Asians "bloody and poles - they come here to take our jobs and tax dollars. "whore They pay taxes, so why should not they have the right of the eye I prefer they got the Fat Ass Keith Millers of the world. It is really disgusting and I do not want to be part of it.

But of course, Cuba was not ideal. The dream is there and I think it probably worked before the Eastern Bloc dissolved, but then again, if they can not really take care of themselves as a single unit, and communism does not.
Personally, I think one of the major problems for explain why things are not working as well as they should come from tourism. Certainly, he saved the country from famine, but he did not create matters of split end and apparently people with two types of personality. Type one are mainly the older generation, still very pro-Castro. These remember and appreciate that they lived well after the revolution, before the Special Period (Between the fall of the Eastern bloc and the beginning of tourism) and also understand that tourists have saved their asses when things were looking pretty bleak. They therefore deal with tourists recognition, respect and kindness. The second type, which I call the "next generation of Cubans seem to be much more cynical and unsure of what they receive is really "fair." These people are really angry tourists often to the point they are just plain rude (turning back, shooing away etc.). I think the problem is that they are unaware of what life was like before. All they see are these stupid rich, with their clothes Flashy, flash, digital cameras and cash to throw on, moving around to see all cultures and different places. All they can do have and what they could, if things were different. I guess that piss me off.

Another major problem with the tourists leaving The discrepancy in what people earn, as they work in the tourism industry or not. Money is a bit complex, but Cuba has two currencies - Local pesos and convertible pesos. Tourists are eligible to use convertible pesos and each convertible peso is really worth 10 Cuban pesos. So yes, if I had to go into a store and buy a bottle of water - it would cost me say 1CP (about 50p) and a Cuban 1p (about 5p). So yes, they are responsible for ten times for tourists everything still seems reasonable to us (2 mojitos tend to be around 5cp - £ 2.50 - not bad!). This means that When you tip someone in a bar, for example 1CP - they get about £ 5.00 on the value of it yet, it only costs you 50p. I think it is absolutely genius and I do not see why other countries did not take. In Thailand, why not charge £ 5.00 for a meal instead of 50p?! Tourists will still pay £ 5.00! However people in the tourism industry, with their advice, get money much more available than any other person that addresses the inequalities in the people - Communism is not all. Take for example the scenario of the hike we did in the mountains Trinidad. The cost of this kind was 7cp each 14cp in total and, seeing that our guide remained with us from 9:00 to 2:00 p.m. blistering heat enthusiasm about all the time, we had a score of 20 cps and said keep the change. Then he 6CP - £ 3 for us, worth £ 30. This makes you feel good as a tourist. Give a piece of what little value for making you another great local life. In fact, their monthly salary is 300p and we tipped him a fifth of what it earn in a month. Crazy really. However, you think all doctors and teachers so that their slave's ass and see nothing of the sort in the area. Where is the incentive to work, then? This is not fair and that is where the system breaks down really down. You could certainly feel some discomfort civil and I think especially now that Castro has resigned, big changes are afoot. I suppose if you were thinking of going I recommend going on soon as possible. (Hark at me make political predictions when 2 weeks ago, I did not even know what communism really meant!)

Anyway enough in politics and return to reality. Damn, I wish I could, but I'm addicted! Six months ago, to spend all my time googling "for communism Dummies "Che Guavara and / or writing ridiculously long blogs that nobody reads (except maybe Sam - and even he will probably be bored by now), would was that I had nout better thing to do. But right now I'm like a bastard revise for these exams, and this new found obsession is to significantly reduce the challenges of productivity!

Throughout the festival (which is what it was at the end of the day) was a great success. I would love to go back and see and do more, and like so many places I had, I say I will someday. But then I realize that to go somewhere, I have to sacrifice to go somewhere new that I may have momentarily obsessed until the next place ... .. etc etc

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Simply Sax $6.49 Simply Sax

Romantic Sax $3.49 Romantic Sax

Sax Me $11.49 Sax Me

Sax At Midnight $4.99 Sax At Midnight

Chamber Sax $9.99 Chamber Sax

Sax Of Life $8.99 Sax Of Life

Protec Alto & Straight Soprano Sax Pro Pac Case W/Wheels $249.99 Another great innovation has arrived... the combination Alto / Soprano Sax PRO PAC Case with Wheels! This case features a weather-resistant ballistic nylon exterior, soft interior lining to cradle your saxes, roomy exterior pocket for accessories, and telescoping handle for comfortable transportation. Exterior pocket dims: 19 x 12.5 x 2.5". (Saxophones not included)

Protec Contoured Alto Sax PRO PAC Case $144.99 Protec contoured alto saxophone PRO PAC cases feature soft velvoa lining, roomy exterior pockets, quality hardware, and excellent protection. Type: Adapters & Converters Color: Black Color Mapping: Black

SR Technologies Professional Tenor Sax Mouthpiece SR Pro .115 $319.99 With a moderate baffle and medium chamber the Professional Tenor Sax mouthpiece from SR Technologies is very versatile and ideal for a wide range of styles. With a tip opening that is .115 inches it produces a tone that is warm ad full. Rovner cap and ligature included.

SR Technologies Professional Tenor Sax Mouthpiece SR Pro .108 889406696112 $287.99 With a moderate baffle and medium chamber the Professional Tenor Sax mouthpiece from SR Technologies is very versatile and ideal for a wide range of styles. With a tip opening that is .115 inches it produces a tone that is warm ad full. Rovner cap and ligature included.