After the
delays at the hotel, there were further delays at Cozumel airport. We thought it
would be quick as they had a General Aviation Terminal there. First Flemming went to the
plane to meet the refuellers. After 30 minutes they still had not turned up, so he had to
go back to the General Aviation Terminal to call them again. They finally arrived. We
wanted lots of fuel in case there were Avgas problems in Cuba, so we wanted the cabin tank
filled up. The refuellers claimed they were not authorized to put fuel the cabin tank and
wanted approval from the 'Comandante' before proceeding. After 15 minutes the 'Comandante'
came by foot from the main terminal, inspected the Swiss approval documents and then told
the refuellers that is was OK to put fuel into it.
Then we were sent from place to place (Comandante, Customs,
Immigration, Landing fee office) to collect stamps on the General Declarations and flight
plans in 3 copies before we could depart. One office would tell us one thing and
another the opposite. As a result, we wasted time and energy carrying our bags back
and forth. We finally took off two hours later than originally planned.
Fortunately, though, we had no major weather problems on the way. After reaching
Cuba, there were a few cumulus nimbus (CBs) around which we could easily avoid and a
headwind that delayed us even further. Cuban air traffic control went smoothly,
radar contact all the way and no questions were asked as we had put our clearance number
on the flight plan. We landed about an hour before a major rainstorm hit Havana.
On arrival, we were met by several officials. One of them
looked suspiciously like a handling agent. I tactfully inquired whether handling could be
avoided to be told that it was obligatory - almost everything in Cuba is run by the state,
so they make their own rules. That didn't surprise us as we had been warned by
friends that Cuba was an expensive country to fly in. The official worked out the
amount we would have to pay including landing, parking and navigation fees and it came to
almost US$ 300! And that didn't include the US$ 20 each for the visa. Well, we
wanted to visit Cuba, didn't we? We just had to hope that Trinidad and Santiago de
Cuba would be more reasonable. On a more positive note, unlike in Greece, the Cuban
government handling agent was active in smoothing the way for us and it wasn't long before
formalities were completed.
It was during our taxi ride into Havana that the rain came
bucketing down. Our taxi driver was a super guy - friendly and helpful and good
looking to boot! He seemed far too well educated for that kind of job and we
suspected it paid better than his own profession. Our trip into town took us past
grim, typically Communist block, apartment buildings and then older (but shabbier) art
deco buildings from the pre-Castro era, to finish in the charming old town (La Habana
Vieja), where some of the buildings are literally falling apart and others have been
lovingly restored. There was little traffic for a city of over 2 million inhabitants, but
we were told later that there was only a fraction of that amount 10 years ago before they
opened up Cuba to tourism. Like the buildings, many of the 1950s cars were in a sad state
of disrepair, whereas others were in prime condition.
It wasn't easy to find accommodation as tourists prefer to
stay in charming Habana Vieja and the better value hotels in restored colonial buildings
were all fully booked. Our taxi driver waited patiently while I went from hotel to
hotel. We could have stayed in a private house in the Centro or the entertainment
district of Vedado, but our taxi driver warned us against private accommodation in the old
town. After the hefty landing fees, Flemming wasn't willing to pay US$ 80 a
night for a hotel in one of the restored colonial houses, so we ended up at the
government-run Lido in a rather grotty street where we had a plain, but clean room
for about US$ 40.
By this time we were tired and thirsty - too tired and thirsty to
venture far, so we went to the nearest place we could find that had a balcony overlooking
one of the paseos, called 'Casa del Científico'. The idea was to watch the Cuban
world go by as we downed our beers. Unfortunately, they had just run out of cool
beers so gave us the local concoction called 'Mojito' (rum, lime, sugar, ice and a sprig
of mint) instead. Too weary to look for a good restaurant, we made the mistake of
staying there to eat. Either it was the ice in the drink or the fish, but I got the
worst Delhi-belly of the whole trip!
Back at the hotel, while Flemming slept, I went through a
mini-depression. I was feeling utterly travel-weary and questioned the point of
staying in Cuba at all if we couldn't afford a decent hotel. Then I felt guilty for
being depressed as most people would envy me the chance to visit the country - and, of
course, that didn't make me feel any better! Actually, I am not surprised I was getting
tired of it all. For the past 3 weeks, we hadn't spent more than 2 nights in any
given place, either in California or in Mexico.
A new day
I felt a little more cheerful after a good night's sleep and even
tipped the sour-faced waitress after the lousy breakfast that she served. She
wouldn't even give us jam with our stale bread unless we paid extra! At least the
tip generated a 'Thank you' and a smile from her. I am sure she was quite unused to
that sort of treat!
Armed with our 'bible' (the Lonely Planet guide), we walked to the
Plaza de la Catedral as the starting point of a walking tour of La Habana Vieja.
It is a lovely square with the cathedral and its two unequal towers, an old mail
box and a beautifully restored old colonial house now housing a café and restaurant
called El Patio. Buskers played lively Cuban music in return for a tip from the
tourists in US dollars. (There is a so-called 'convertible' peso - originally
rigged to the dollar - that the locals use as currency. Tourists have to pay for
everything in US dollars which are now worth 26 times the peso. So one dollar goes a
long way for a Cuban).
We kept being accosted by people wanting to sell us cigars or be
our guide. One guy stood out from them all. He offered to take us on an hour's
walking tour of the old town for US$ 6, with the option of continuing for another hour if
we liked. We liked the look of him and decided to give it a try. As it turned
out, it was the best thing we could have done. Felipe spoke excellent English and
had the whole history of Havana in his head. The only snag was trying to absorb all
the information. After an hour, we took a break for lunch at a good restaurant that
he recommended (El Mina), and continued for another hour after lunch, starting with the
Plaza de Armas.
Felipe has a PhD in chemical engineering. He went to the
Soviet Union (Leningrad) to study for his degree and suffered the cold for 10 years
there. He worked in his profession for 20 years, but the government salary was
abysmal. Guides are supposed to work for the government too, but Felipe says they turn a
blind eye to his working privately.
We arranged for Felipe to take us on a car tour of the city
the following morning and then took ourselves off for a walk. First we went to the
Capitolio to search out some street photographers for my friend Zilmo de Freitas who is
preparing an article on this dying race for a photographic magazine. We hadn't seen
any since Jaipur in India. Here we found three of them and took lots of pictures for
him. Then we went for a stroll (well, with Flemming it's never actually a stroll) along
the Malecón (the long coastal road), passing the heavily guarded US Interests office on
our left. Then we headed for the Hotel Habana Libre, formerly the Hotel Hilton,
which was opened just a year before the 1959 revolution. Fidel took over a suite
there and it served as his headquarters for a time.
We had dinner at the Café Taberna in La Habana Vieja, also a good
choice recommended by Felipe. There was a great atmosphere with live music by a small
band of old timers and a couple of professional salsa dancers.
The car tour with Felipe the next morning was really interesting.
He took us to the Centro and the huge cemetery where the rich and famous
constructed costly marble family vaults, Vedado (the entertainment district) and Miramar,
where it was fashionable to live before the revolution and where most of the foreign
embassies are now located.
In case anyone reading this is going to Cuba in the near future,
here is Felipe's address: Felipe Ventura, 82B no. 720, entre 7 y 7A, Miramar, Playa,
Ciudad de la Habana. Tel/Fax: (537) 203 75 16.
He also does tours to other parts of Cuba in his brand new car at
very reasonable rates. If we'd had more time, we would have done a two-day tour with
him to the west. I gather from friends who have tried renting a car and touring on
their own that the cars can be unreliable and road signs are either two faded to read or
non-existent.
On our last evening we took a taxi through a tunnel under the
harbour to the Fortaleza de San Carlos de la Cabaña - one of the largest colonial
fortresses in the Americas. Che Guevara set up his headquarters there after the
revolution and we had a look round. Havana looked splendid from the fortress as the
sun was about to set.
We watched the cannon-firing ceremony amongst a large crowd of
other tourists. The whole display is rather theatrical. About 10 men dressed
in 19th century uniforms march over to the canyon and make a great show of priming it to
get everyone on tenterhooks before one of them actually lights the fuse... and bang it
goes!
We finished up the evening at the Jazz Café, Havana's latest night
club where live jazz is played. This was the only recommendation of Felipe's that
didn't turn out so well. He'd suggested it because we would find more Cubans than
tourists there. But we were disappointed to discover that the music was only due to
start at 11.30 p.m. After downing a mediocre dinner, we still had an hour to wait.
The place filled up, sure enough, but the music turned out to be more like hard
rock than mellow jazz. |