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| Classic image set up in Havana, yes Che is everywhere. |
Authors Note: Cuba today is a country of deep social, economic, and political
contrasts. Trying to get a handle on Cuba in ten short days of travel is akin to trying
to explain the Superbowl to others while viewing it live through a sheet of paper
with a single pin hole in it. I am sure we missed much in Cuba on this first
trip, but what we did see made us curious for more.
Part One,
Random Travel
When you
travel like we do you never pass up the opportunity to change plans in midstream.
Once I was misdirected in Australia by huge and unyielding saltwater croc who
had taken up residence in the middle of the only road leading to a local
airport.
That
little adventure lead to the missing of a flight and my subsequent discovery
and wonders of diving on the great barrier reef, a life changing side trip.
So it was
on Christmas day 2011 while the rest of the planet were opening gifts brought
to them by a mythological Norseman my wife Jeanne and I were being entertained by the rich travel stories of Cuba our Panamanian hosts told over a lavish
breakfast.
It didn't
take long for us to decide to change flight plans opting out of our previously
arranged adventures in Costa Rica, apologies Lonely Planet Travel Guide, for a
visit to Castro's Cuba before this mysterious country opens, as it will
inevitably, to an embargo lifting USA. After all how angry can 80,000 expat
Cubans in Miami be almost 60 years later?
For those
of you wishing to see Cuba before the onslaught of mega corporations, big billboards,
golden arches, and star-lattes I documented our travels in a series of blog
posts to help guide you along the way.
I see today's Cuba through the lens of East Germany when the wall came down in
the late 1980's. If you were within 100 miles of that historic event and did not make
the effort to go see it and mingle with the people, shame on you. There's
ordinary vacation travel and then there's brief moments in time where
extraordinary events change the course of history, Cuba is on the threshold of
those changes now.
Getting
There and "The Man"
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| Outside the old Romeo y Julieta cigar factory in Havana |
Getting
to Cuba is as easy as booking a flight, as long as it does not originate from
the USA and while we're on that subject lets talk embargo. For folks like me in
my early 40's the USA embargo on Cuba seems almost quaint when you measure it
against other world actors like Iran, North Korea, and al-Qaeda.
Seriously,
Cuba is still a threat?
None the
less the State Department guided no doubt by a few dusty sitting Senators who
have been in politics far too long have denied Americans direct access for the
past 53 years. Seems the American government knows better then the citizenry
when it comes to travel choices. Yeah, right.
Fortunately
this will not stop you from traveling by third country to Cuba, the minor detail
is a missive from the Department of State and the "Trading With The Enemy
Act" which categorically forbids ordinary Americans without special
permission from the US to be in Cuba and spend money there. For example you can
travel and spend money in Cuba if you happen to be part of a major US
telecommunications business:
"Employees
of a U.S. telecommunications services provider or an entity duly appointed to
represent such a provider traveling incident to: 1) the commercial marketing,
sales negotiation, accompanied delivery, or servicing of authorized
telecommunications-related items; or 2) participation in
telecommunications-related professional meetings for the commercial marketing
of, sales negotiation for, or performance under contracts for the provision of
telecommunications services, or the establishment of facilities to provide
telecommunications services".
If you're
like us though and anyone asks, you didn't spend a dime, we didn't.
Our
flight originated out of Panama on COPA Airlines, but you can get them out of
Cancun, or even Nassau Bahamas with a number of travel companies.
We flew
over a cloudless Caribbean sea and arrived at the outskirts of Habana as the
locals call it about two hours later. The local airport is fairly modern with
just a whiff of soviet style architecture. There looks to be new construction
in the works with several plastic wrapped arrival gates ready for new terminals
to be built. For now we were treated to an old fashioned tarmac deplaning. I
was surprised to see made in the USA Dell computers being used at passport
control complete with mini cams for taking pictures and a sophisticated
Microsoft empowered program for tracking visitors. Our entrance into Cuba was a
breeze and after a quick paperwork inspection the smiling passport control gal
waved us through to baggage and on to the main terminal.
It seemed
like she was happy to see two War Mongering American Imperialists which was not
necessarily the response I had imagined.If she wasn't we were going to be the
last to know about it. She also didn't stamp our passports which as I
understand is a wink and nod for Americans who travel to Cuba.
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| Locals interested in iPhones |
Let me
first say I was half expecting to see ragged clothed locals suffering under 53
years of a failed Communist revolution, instead I was greeted by a Miami South
Beach looking crowd of healthful looking Cubanos. In fact everywhere we went
well dressed Cubans greeted us, this is a country that may not have water you
can drink without boiling it first, but the locals keep up appearances as a
point of pride and have very clean streets.
We got a
transfer to the Melia Havana Hotel on the main tourist drag and discovered one
of Cubas monuments to tourism. The Melia is the Great Pyramid of Giza of
hotels, it's well appointed rooms and Stalinist block architecture was
something to behold.
Frankly
I was not expecting this place. I was
however fully prepared for the congestion at the front desk, confusion with the
rooms, and the 100 or so Europeans flanked by the two or three Armani coutured
flight crews from Italy who were in the middle of creating a mini United
Nations crises of voices, accents, and tired pouting that only comes from 17
hours in the air.
Our room
(when we got it) was huge and faced the ocean so every night we were serenaded
to bed by the waves crashing on the rocky beach outside. Excitement and
anticipation ruled the day so we wasted no time at the hotel and quickly raced
to a local cab and off into the night to go and try some local Cuban cuisine.
Hooters
Cuban Style
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| Dinner is served at the "Zona Oficial" |
To get
around the US embargo after the sudden vaporization of soviet aid Cuba has
fallen into tourism, by all accounts it's a work in progress, at least in
Havana. There are a few state run restaurants where tourists are taken en mass
located in special zones but we were looking for something more authentic.
Sadly our cab driver misinterpreted our desires and drove us through the dark
night in Havana to an out of the way place he said had "better food"
. What he took us to was Cubas first Hooters.
Yes
Hooters, there I said it.
Inside
what was once a massive warehouse for storing tobacco back in the 1800's was a
cross between an Argentinian Steak House complete with flamenco dancers and
long hair guitar playing boleros mixed in with dozens of Cuban Hooters girls
wearing white see through miniskirts, push up bras and, wait for it, santa
hats.
To make
the scene even weirder in the background between sets American music blared
down on the tourism mass, mostly from Europe, with songs like "Jagged Little Pill" and "Gangsters Paradise". Meanwhile a very buxom
waitress asked us/told us what we'll be eating tonight and we settled in with
two watery Sangrias seated next to a table of jacked up Australians recounting
tales of drunken adventures all over Cuba with their tired looking tour guide.
The santa
hats really threw me off and I wondered in the middle is this bizarre scene
what Castro thought of this new, hybrid Cuba. This was a man who once railed
against the big American Casinos of the late 1950s calling them bourgeois.
While I am not a bourgeois aficionado
by any stretch this looked and smelled pretty decadent to me and I wondered if
Castro for all his revolutionary zeal saw this new Cuba in the same light as
the past, present, or future.
That's
the funny thing about a political construct like communism or even capitalism.
You can
get folks to go along for just so long before their very human nature starts to
break apart the mold you set the human spirit into. At least for this small
piece of Cuba hoovering up tourist dollars with watery Sangrias, mediocre
food, and santa hats perched on top on young waitresses dripping sexual
innuendo tonight "viva la revolution" seems a long time ago.
Next post
"Viva la Funky Old Revolution"
