What can we say about this place?...
It’s crazy, gritty, fun. Anything goes in Havana.
Even my hair did its’ own thing in this
humid, warm, fabulous weather (after I spend some time straightening it in the
morning)
It’s true what they say about it: it’s in a
glorious state of disrepair:
We arrived really late on Thursday (after
midnight) after a long day of flights and airport transfers, so pretty much hit
the sack as soon as we checked into our airbnb.
The apartment has exceeded our expectations, and certainly feels like a
mansion with high ceilings and separate rooms filled with natural light;
compared to the shoe box in NY.
The next morning, we ventured out to get
something to eat, a little apprehensively…
The breakfast place was closed (for no
apparent reason; or at least unbeknown to us).
There seemed to be nothing we could access – every place appeared
foreign and scary. There were little
shops everywhere, but none like we are used to.
Some sell only rice and vinegar, others a few random vegetables. There was a pharmacy with a few medicines
inside:
A bakery with a very small selection of
less than appealing cakes and cookies.
It was a real challenge to find some bottled
water (as we were warned by the apartment’s owner not to drink tap water).
Eventually, we found a small supermarket,
with water, some less than appealing biscuits and booze (rum). We were asked to check in our handbag at the front, and given
a number (like a coat check hehe).
We found a small café and somehow managed
to order a couple of sandwiches and a coffee.
Coffee was really great (and so cheap!
50 cents!). Sandwiches not so
great, but edible. As a matter of fact,
everything is really cheap and just edible! Cocktails
$1.50, beers $2.50, meals $4-10.
Turns out we are staying in (and were
wandering through) a pretty residential area, and things got a bit more lively
when we found the main road. To get our bearings, we hopped on one of those hop
on/hop off double decker buses. A bit of
a waste of time as we couldn’t understand a thing and it seemed to just travel
between major hotels to pick up and drop off their guests. Never mind, it helped us get our bearings. We had
better luck after that.
We needed to arrange our transport to the next town and planned to take the tourist bus, but as we found out in the government run tourist office, the buses were all booked out for the next week or so. They suggested we sign up to a thing called ‘collectivo’, meaning squashing 6-8 people into one of those old classic cars and sharing the ride to Trinidad, 5-6 hours away. Sort of like a car-pool... This is happening tomorrow morning, we’ll see how this goes…
We needed to arrange our transport to the next town and planned to take the tourist bus, but as we found out in the government run tourist office, the buses were all booked out for the next week or so. They suggested we sign up to a thing called ‘collectivo’, meaning squashing 6-8 people into one of those old classic cars and sharing the ride to Trinidad, 5-6 hours away. Sort of like a car-pool... This is happening tomorrow morning, we’ll see how this goes…
After that, we wandered the streets of
Havana Vieja and bar hopped for mojitos.
So much fun, music, people watching.
We
had dinner and more mojitos; met some Danish tourists and even danced with a
cross-dresser in a bar before we bartered our taxi fare
home.
We did more of the same today (hehehe), but
with way more confidence.
We are posting this from a park next to our
apartment, because only in some designated public places there is access to
WiFi for a small fee. Luckily, a spot
happens to be right outside of where we live.
It is a strange sight; so many young
people hanging around a park on their phones to (for ever so briefly) connect with the world.
We met some locals who tried to sell us
DVDs translated into several languages.
We gently declined saying that we don’t really use DVD’s any more… It is
sort of funny but also a little sad that the Cubans are missing the mark with
the Western world as they try to tap into more sources of income.
We nearly got cheated our of our money with a classic tactic
used over here. There are two
currencies, the local currency and the tourist currency. The tourist currency is worth 25x the local
currency, so for every 1 CUC you get 25 CUP. Well, we were warned about
this trick, but nearly fell for it anyway, by paying with the international
pesos (CUCs) and receiving the change in the local money J for some fruit juice.
This is not my first mojito:
:)













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