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November 2011

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Big Ice
Big Ice

Landing in the tiny airport at Calafate from Buenos Aires, the most striking feature is the impossibly blue water that forms the lakes and rivers at the base of the various glaciers. A twenty minute drive sees us arriving at the Che Lagarto hostel in the town of Calafate. We check in with the obscenely […]

Inappropriate tools
Inappropriate tools

Doctors aspire to this level of illegibility Sometimes an iPad is plain inappropriate. Sitting in the dining room of our hostel in the Laguna Amarga in the Torre del Paine glacier park in Chile is one such time. In fact, anything with a microprocessor in it. Or indeed that connects to… Well, anything that connects. […]

La Bombonera – Buenos Aires Alive
La Bombonera - Buenos Aires Alive

With two weeks in Buenos Aires, nowhere did I see the locals more alive than in the Bombonera, the stadium of the Boca Juniors, by some measures the world’s most successful football team. And nowhere have I seen more impassioned and sustained support for 90 minutes than in the game we watched them play against […]

Different but depressingly the same
Different but depressingly the same

Mall in Buenos Aires. Or was it Rio? Maybe Cancun? No, Lima. Oh, wait, … I have never found the shopping mall experience a particularly uplifting one. And now that we’ve been to a couple in Buenos Aires, I’ve found more reason to hate them! There is no doubting that Argentinian culture is very different […]

December 2011

Archive for December, 2011
Some things I’ve learned in this trip
Some things I've learned in this trip

These are some things that I have become more viscerally intimate with as we have gone through this trip. They are mine, and I write them here as a reference to come back to. Feel free if you read this to remind me if you see me blatantly disregarding them. I hope they may provoke […]

Logs, rocks and togetherness
Logs, rocks and togetherness

In 22 years of knowing Paola, we have never spent so much time together. Neither have our children all ever spent so much time as intensely and exclusively with each other or with us. That has not just meant us getting to know each other better, but it has further shaped our relationships. Nowhere is […]

Iguazus and landing in Florianopolis
Iguazus and landing in Florianopolis

Our first missed flight. We had flown into Iguazu in Argentina from Buenos Aires, and a week later were due to fly out of Iguazu to Floripa (which is three syllables easier to write than Florianopolis and apparently acceptable) via Sao Paolo. Iguazu’s airport is small and about half an hour drive from our hotel. […]

Falling Over Iguazu
Falling Over Iguazu

We book-ended our visit to the Iguazu falls with a 24 hour delayed flight due to ash clouds at the start, and a missed flight due to incompetence at the end. But between these two events lay one of the most spectacular natural sights we have seen this trip. Up there with the glaciers of […]

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Families that have been down this path

As we looked into this adventure, it was great to see the stories of other families that have been down this road before. This road being the one where you take your child(ren) out with you and go for a mind-expanding trip around (bits of) the world. If you’re reading this blog thinking ‘what a great idea for someone else to do’, then see some of these trips and think again.

Soultravelers are a family of 3 from Santa Cruz in California that have been travelling since 2006. Their daughter, who was 5 when they set out, is a budding violinist, and they’ve been videoing her all round the world. They’ve created a fantastic site documenting the trip and how they did it, which I am going through to see if there are tips that we could be using.

So where have they been? A lot of Europe (Poland, Denmark, UK, Spain, Holland, etc), Morocco, Turkey, Jordan, … the list is a long one. What a great thing to have been able to do that while bringing up and educating their daughter. And maintaining a very rich site on the way.

The most astounding thing is the $25,000 a year budget that they’ve adhered to. From reading through their site, the key factors that have allowed them to do this are travelling slowly and going in a motorhome. The former saves a lot on travel, and allows you to “live like a local” as you are more resident in a place than a tourist. The latter clearly saves on both flights and accommodation (It also helps that there are 3 of them, while there are 6 of us – should’ve paid more attention to family planning in that biology class). Regardless, they’ve done this remarkably cheaply, and I’m certain there are tips in there we could use. Our approach is to try to get a lot into the period of time that we have, and that means a lot of travel and many different places to stay.

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Week one and a half in Mexico
A rainy welcome to Mexico

A rainy welcome to Mexico

Casualties to date:

  • 1 pair sunglasses (Paola) lost somewhere in transit;
  • 1 suitcase left in airport – recovered;
  • 1 wandering child in Gatwick – recovered;
  • 1 bruised ego – Iyas walks into chest-high cactus.

London to Cancun was a 10 1/2 hour flight on BA, during which Alvaro and Omar couldn’t contain their excitement at having an entertainment console (Alvaro – “a computer and television in one”) and proclaimed BA to be the best airline (or aeroplane) ever. Though with RyanAir and EasyJet as his points of comparison, the benchmark is admittedly a low one.

As we arrive in Cancun, and before we’re even off the flight, I’m asked to declare myself to security. This is even more efficient than the USA, where at least they wait until I’m in customs before pointing me towards “extra questioning”. While I was preparing my most indignant “is it because I’m an Arab” speech, it turns out that they actually called me because my passport number didn’t match their records. This merely serves to reinforce my impression of the lawlessness of Mexico – just where do you have to be born to be stopped at the airport here?

Simple things, beaches and swimming pools. And the children have been making the most of both in our few days of relaxation before hitting the travel trail. Joaquin, an American-Mexican boy I would guess, kindly left water guns for all to play with at the pool. By the end of the evening, this led to near bloodshed between his mother and I, as she was insisting when they were leaving that he leave the guns for the others to play with, and so learn about sharing. Meanwhile, I was trying to convince him to take them back, so that my children would learn that when something isn’t theirs, they can’t just assume they can hold on to it (though some would argue that many nations were built on that premise, but that’s for another blog). And so his mother and I narrowly avoided blows over who was trying to give their children the more valuable life lesson. She won, and my boys will have to find someone else’s toys to steal so that we can do that lesson.

We have started to take in the indigenous cultures of the area, and feel we’ve pushed to the very edge of civilisation.

The edge of civilisation

The edge of civilisation

I had a quick read of the dry, but very informative, book “The Maya, Aztecs, Incas and Conquistadores” by Bamber ‘starter for 10’ Gascoine. I highly recommend it as a quick overview of the three civilisations, and their eventual subjugation by the Spanish conquistadores. Fascinating histories, which were enriched for me later by a conversation with one of the mobile sages of every country, a cabbie. On a ride to a timeshare resort (the less said about this incident the better, but a free top notch breakfast for 6 and a day by the second largest hotel pool in the world was not to be sniffed at), I engaged one in a conversation about Mayan history. I learned that the Mayan language is now being taught by schools here in order to try to avert its extinction. Apparently, there are still some poorer villages where it is the prevalent language and Spanish barely gets a look in.

We visited Xcaret, a water park based on Pre-Hispanic Mexico, which served as the ideal opportunity to share my new-found Mexican knowledge with the boys. So sat at an all-you-can-eat buffet (‘lots’ would be the answer if that were turned into a question), we started our discussion with the migration of humanity into the Americas from Asia during the last ice age, when the Bering Strait was walkable. And carried on through the various central American civilisations until we settled on the Maya, the Aztec, the Spanish conquistadores and the pirate Drake for good measure. Two shows we saw in the park seemed to have been made purely to back up this history and provide it with some colour. The boys have been doing a grand job of turning what we discussed into a video interview for their blogs to share with their school friends. The park was well worth a visit, though somewhat pricey, and the snorkelling we did there will be a great starter for more adventurous waters later on our trip.

Paola discovered a shopping centre just by the Xaman Ha, where we’re staying. There are more Haagen Dasz restaurants here in this one street than in the whole of London. On too many counts, I’m not sure that’s a good thing. She also found somewhere to replace the missing sunglasses (see above). Apparently, they need to be branded for travel around South America. Prada bag, but DKNY glasses.

Chichen Itza for the Mayan ruins. Fantastic pyramid with 91 steps on each of 4 sides, and one on the top to make a total of 365. Clever boys, these Mayans. This is where the boys went to town retelling the history of Mexico on video for their school chums, with frequent (and occasionally well-timed) outbursts of “human blood” from our 3 year old daughter. After all, it was, as Bamber informed me, the Aztec Sun God’s preferred diet.

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Quite proud really
Alvaro discovers Che

Alvaro discovers Che

Alvaro, my second son seems to have developed an admiration for Che Guevara. As a part of this trip to Cuba, I have been sharing her history with the boys. A fascinating story, but given her proximity to Mexico, there are some marked differences. While in Mexico, the Maya are still alive and well, in Cuba the natives never made it past Spanish genocide and the imported ravages of European diseases. However, the additional injection to the ethnic mix that Mexico didn’t have were the slaves brought over to Cuba by the Spaniards from Africa. Their emancipation came early, and their integration with the Spanish descendants seems more complete here than in the US.

AfroCuban beats in a stairway bar in Trinidad

AfroCuban beats in a stairway bar in Trinidad

As a consequence, last night we listened to some fantastic Afro-cuban music in a bar on a staircase in trinidad (Cuba, not Tobago). Mixed with salsa. A late night, which the boys loved, though Alvaro was a little uncomfortable when a random Cuban tried to get him to join in the dance. Paola didn’t join in the salsa, which is a shame as she’d have put most of the women to shame there, and the boys would have seen some talents they didn’t know their mum has. The tribal beats somehow seemed to have some Latin attitude, and you wouldn’t have thought the integration of African and Spanish music to be odd at all.

Back to the top, though, and clearly some of the most interesting parts of Cuban history have been during the last century. Cuba has more independence heroes who nearly succeeded than any other place I know. Marti, Cespedes, Maceo, … And then Batista, whom I hadn’t realised actually had a pretty good spell first time round before selling his soul and country with it to American and Mafia cash. And so the door opened to Fidel Castro, Che Guevara, Camilo Cienfuegos and the revolution.

Che has been a hero of mine for maybe 25 years. But never as viscerally as he is to the people here. Every Cuban who expressed an opinion (and they all did when asked) sees him as a very real role model. He is also dissociated from any of their current woes (again, opinions expressed when asked – usually) and communism. He was just a man of the revolution for the people, who gave his all repeatedly for them. And they all want to live up to his ideal. And nearly unanimously from the people we talked to, there was a wish that either Camilo Cienfuegos, who died ‘mysteriously’, or Guevara had been the ones taking the country forward rather than the Castros.

There is more of Che than Fidel here. In the books, the paintings, the postcards, the grafitti. I was intrigued by why this should be – in all authoritarian states I’ve been to, the current dictator’s image is by some margin the most publicised. The first and most convenient (and quite rational) answer I got to this was that it was for the tourists. Che is clearly an icon globally in a way that Fidel isn’t. And so, eager to please the tourists, Che is the one that adorns more fridge magnets.

But as with so many things here, nothing is either as it seems, or is the first answer you get. The current frustrations that people feel with the system, their impoverishment, their inability to move forward, is caused by a system umbilically tied to Fidel. By dying early while taking the revolution to Bolivia, Che escaped a prolonged mire of running a state. And his drive for man to do the moral thing rather than just the thing that pays, which he led by example, never took hold. I can’t help but think that if Che Guevara was unable to make it stick, David Cameron hasn’t got a hope in hell with the Big Society. (blimey. Cameron and Guevara in the same sentence. That must be a first. And hopefully the last. Can’t see a t-shirt industry spawned by the face of Cameron.)

All of which brings me back to my son, Alvaro. He has bought the t-shirt, the fridge magnet, and tonight, the painting and has sent his school friends the postcard. But he is also obsessing about writing Che’s story in his blog. And he got there 9 or 10 years younger than I did. And in a vicarious way, that makes me feel quite proud, really.

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  1. Hani says:

    Hi Guys,

    Great time is beinbg had by all. Glad that Alvaro has developed this great admiration on such a powerful hero. Your story has inspired me to enlighten my son on Che.

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Observations in Cuba
Just sitting around

Just sitting around

I’ve asked many of the Cubans we’ve met what the biggest Cuban sports are. Unlike pretty much all of the Spanish speaking world, football doesn’t get a look in. Number one is baseball. Second is boxing. Third, and I was told this by more than one person, so it was either a famous joke or is true, is transvestitism. Here in Trinidad, there is a very visible transvestite touting for a restaurant, but one transvestite, however camp, does not a national pastime make.

No, in my view, boxing is third, baseball second, but the most prevalent participation sport is just sitting around. A short walk down any street in Havana, Cienfuegos or Trinidad (admittedly my experience is currently pathetically limited to these three towns) will throw up a density of sitters that would put a large cattery to shame. Is it the heat? A lack of opportunity? A lack of imagination? Never got to ask…

Cubans seem to be better integrated racially than most places I’ve been to. Certainly this is the case when compared to the UK or USA. In most social or work scenarios, multiple-racial groups were together far more than I’ve seen in other countries. In bars and cafes, many groups had people varying in skin colour from very light to very dark. This was the same in other social settings, such as on the beach. In most jobs where we saw a number of people working, be that in the cigar factories, shops, hotels, mechanics and so on, again the mix led you to believe there was little by way of discrimination (except for taxi drivers and owners of Casas Particular who seemed to be mostly lighter skinned). This to me compares quite favourably with the UK, where although society is not overtly racist, it is also not that integrated.

This kind of homogeneity also seemed to be true of wealth distribution. The area we are staying in is not a tourist area – we are in a Casa Particular which is effectively a tiny bed and breakfast with humanity and without flock wallpaper. On all sides and in all the surrounding streets, there are businesses being run out of houses, with no hotels for several blocks. The area would be considered a relatively poor one in comparison with most areas of most big cities in the UK. Here, though, it is an average area.

What was in stark contrast with the UK is that there are few outliers from this average. The rich are just a little richer, though often in the same area, but with one or two more rooms in the house, and the poor are just a little poorer, generally living with a few more people in each room. Most go to the same shops for food, the same barber, the same (highly skilled) car mechanics. Not everyone went to the bars that tourists frequented, though there were some locals there. Most seemed to be relatively content with their lot, but not with their system or its limitations. We saw no one sleeping on the streets, though sometimes there would be 6 or 7 people living in a single room. So although the average level of material wealth is likely lower than in the UK, the disparity between rich and poor certainly seems far less stark. This view would have been skewed had we met government functionaries.

Despite the levels of poverty, this also feels like an incredibly safe place to walk around at night. Apparently, there has been a very low tolerance to crime by the police, though we read this and weren’t told it by anyone. Whatever the reason, it is one of the only places I recall where I’ve walked in poor areas at night, where the streets have had a lot of people still wandering around, and yet there’s been no explicit or subliminal threat of violence or intimidation.

Similarly, a lot of Cubans seem to just want to help out. A bicitaxi (not too tough to figure out what that is) comes to a standstill as a car nearly reverse into it. The driver of the car comes out and argues with the bicitaxi driver. A bystander gets involved to diffuse the situation, but recognising that bicitaxis are not the easiest vehicles to reverse when there are passengers, helpfully pushes it backwards a couple of feet so that it can turn and overtake the car.

All in all, the people in Cuba are some of the most charming and friendly that we’ve met. And although there have been occasional incidents of self-interested friendliness, most has been banter and genuine interest rather than for alterior motives. There’s not been a street we’ve walked down in any city here where less than 4 or 5 people have stopped us with an incredulous shout of “cuatro” as they point to our four children. Invariably, some wit or another then points at me or Paola and says “con este, cinco” (meaning “five when you include that one”). This has prompted a race between Paola and I to point at each other, and get the “five” comment in while raising the insult stakes in describing “that one”. It would be fun if it didn’t get so close to the bone. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

Everyone wants to help with the children. Whether that’s the owner of our Casa Particular wanting to take them to the park, or people just picking up a two year old because he’s fallen down. And when a child falls, there is no Anglo-Saxon reservedness, or ignoring, or the awkwardness of having noticed, knowing that someone is aware that you’ve noticed, and yet holding back ‘just in case’.

There’s nothing real-time or always-on about Cuba. I can’t make up my mind whether that’s more charming or frustrating. I’ve decided to settle for the charming and to get over this less than useful need I’ve allowed myself to succumb to. Some examples. If you want to have something for dinner in your Casa Particular, you need to ask the day before, as the fridge isn’t kept full ‘just in case’. If you want to connect to the Internet, you might find somewhere that has connectivity, but that’s no guarantee that it’s available, and if it is, think 1997 dial-up speed. Want to switch the light on? Sure. Just wait four or five seconds after you press the switch to see it come on. That was a real test of patience. It took me 3 or so flicks before I figured out that I just had to wait longer.

“Wait longer”. That, for Cuba at so many levels, deserves a whole book.

Boys learning the art of Just Sitting

Boys learning the art of Just Sitting

3 Responses to Observations in Cuba

  1. Daniel says:

    Your commentary is very insightful. As a second generation Cuban (my parents left when I was a little child) who’s never been back, I’m left with anecdotes like these to make sense of the Cuban culture and people, both in the island and abroad (expats). So, thank you for taking the time.

    Being in Miami now, I’m again inundated in a deep Cuban culture, that is usually politically divided between those that don’t want to support the island in any way (because sending money to family indirectly supports Castro’s regime) and those that are sympathetic and tolerate Castro, hoping that his death will bring change.

    I find your observations in stark contrast to those that are here, even those that left recently.

    According to these recent expats:

    That sitting around? Due to a true lack of opportunity.

    The economy is very poor. For example, the corner store doesn’t even trade in Cuban pesos, what most Cubans who do work trade with. Food rations are barely enough, but they can’t cover gaps because the local government-run stores don’t offer goods at a reasonable price (or currency).

    The government take over of most private industries has left most of the Cuban people in financial ruin. Enterprises didn’t enjoy any free market growth.

    As you’re growing up, you are forced into political views and situations you may not agree with. The “force” is very passive aggressive but ever present. For example, two guys that recently came by “balsa” (makeshift raft) tell me that the only way to get into college was by pledging allegiance to Castro.

    Not sure if you’re still in Cuba, or if you will read this while still there, but ask some of them about their feelings towards their island. Once they tell you their opinion, ask again, this time letting them know that you will keep it a secret (at least among Cubans). I’m going to guess only then will you stop getting the “company line” and will start getting the truth.

    Because it has to be some desperation to motivate someone to try their chances again the open seas than to live another day in Cuba. Think about that.

    • iyas says:

      Hi Daniel. I don’t really disagree with anything you say here. I think it really is lack of opportunity, but never got the chance to ask. You are either on a state salary, which is minuscule, or you run an enterprise and pay a heavy tax on it. Food prices are really variable – some foodstuffs were unbelievably cheap, while others such as milk were prohibitively expensive for anyone on a government salary (which is most people). The poverty is rife, but I was still surprised to see fewer people sleeping the streets than in most cities I know, including London. The people we spoke to were not fans of the regime at all, but they also didn’t seem to want to leave, just to have a better political system. But clearly, those were by definition not the guys who took to the seas.

      • Daniel says:

        It was nice to read the more positive things, the biggest of which was the racial mix among the people. That mix doesn’t exist as much in Miami, but is also much improved here than the greater US. Nice to hear that crime is low and that the people still bond together. I dream of one day investing in Cuba’s future. I think the people are amazing, and I’m proud to be a Cuban.

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Travel experiences and our tips in Cuba

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Accommodation
While in Cuba, we stayed only in Casas Particulares, which as we mentioned before, are homes where the owners are able to rent out rooms to guests. These were far cheaper and more personal than hotels. The family there usually follows your lead as to whether to stay out of your way, or to chat. We stayed in 5 in all, 2 in Havana, one in Trinidad, one in Santa Clara and one in Cienfuegos. They were all good quality, and the rooms ranged from 20 to 25 Cuban convertible pesos per night (about 13 to 18 GBP at the time). Breakfast is always available, and lunch and dinner if requested. Given the quality of restaurant food was often questionable, meals in the Casa were not a bad choice.

By far the best one we stayed in was the Casa del Chef in Havana. The owners, Rolando and Marisol, were pretty much friends by the end of our stay, and I suspect that we weren’t the only guests that ended up with that kind of relationship with them. Rolando is a giant of a man with a great line in banter, humour and teasing. Marisol has one of the biggest hearts especially for children.

On the third day, they took our four children to the park to play to give us a break. They washed our clothes without asking for payment (which the other Casas did). When we unexpectedly had to stay in Havana for 2 unplanned nights thanks to the eternally unreliable Cubana airlines, they called around and found us another Casa as they had no room. When they saw my struggle to take our double pram up their narrow stairs, they started to lower it and raise it to us from their balcony with a rope. And when they saw that it was taking a while to undo the knot on the rope, then they used a hook instead. The last day we wanted to get our hair cut, but as the barbers were closed as it was a Sunday, they got him in to their house to do it for us. I would without hesitation recommend them for anyone staying in Havana, and as Rolando was previously a chef, the food was always good. Their email is vista9@nuestrocorreito.com, phone is 866 5805, and their address is Calle Merced No. 60, entre San Ignacio & Cuba, Habana Vieja. If you are looking for accommodation in Havana, you may find a more luxurious house, but you won’t find better hosts. And that makes all the difference.

In Trinidad, there is a huge selection of Casas. We, and everyone else, were hounded by touts and taxi drivers wanting to take us to the house that pays them commission. We met a couple of people who had booked somewhere, but were taken somewhere different by the taxi driver as it was a house that would give the driver commission. If you are stern and tell them that you’ve booked and paid, the drivers generally would not try to rip you off, and would take you to the right place. If you are looking, try to find a colonial house, as these can be stunning. If a Casa is booked, ask the owner for another recommendation – they all know each other and will be very helpful here, but make sure you ask what type of a house it is and where it is.

Cienfuegos. Decide whether you want to be walking distance from the beach, in which case find a Casa in Punta Gorda, or in the town, in which case find a Casa there. They aren’t too far from each other, but far enough to make it easier if you’re with a family to stay in the right spot. That said, a bus ride between the two will set you back a whole 20 centavos, which is about 0.6 pence at the time of writing. And the best beach in the area will need a cheap cab ride to Rancho Luna.

Food
Cuban restaurants served the same variation on a theme in most places. Rice, fried banana, yuka where we could get it, salad with a choice of shrimp, lobster, chicken or pork. There were about three price points, 2/3 Convertible Pesos, 5/6 Convertible Pesos, or 8/10 Convertible Pesos. The quality of restaurant food we had was generally not great, and bore minimal or no correlation to price. The shrimps were usually reliable, the lobster was often good, and the chicken less so. Never tried the pork, so I can’t comment! Menu prices in a few places were open to negotiation.

In Havana, the Jardines del Orient, which was at the lower price bracket, was good, and had a nice garden setting just of the Plaza Vieja. The Medina is to be avoided at all costs, as the food was really not good, and was also pricey. Pizzeria Romana in Santa Clara served up the worst lasagne I’ve ever had, and the pizza was not much better, though all was cheap! The best meal by far in Cienfuegos for us was actually just outside the town on the way to Trinidad. I don’t think the restaurant had a name. It was a house with about 3 tables on the patio for guests, and rustled up the same menu as above, but really cooked well (home style), and in good portions. And it cost about £12 to feed 3 adults (we treated the taxi driver as he was such a good guy) and 4 children. Call Rafael the taxi driver (01-53417398) and ask him to take you there. In Trinidad the restaurateurs and their various agents were incredibly pushy, but the best (and priciest) meal we had was in the Trinidad Colonial, which also had good musicians and great waiting staff. Again, try out the cooking at the Casa if you’re staying in one, as it’s often better than the restaurants.

Travel
Metered taxis are run by salaried employees, and give you the reassurance of a metered fare. Tip these guys – they need it. Private taxis, often in the old American cars, are usually private enterprises and quote a fare which you can negotiate. We used these a lot more, as the size made them better for our family of 6. They are also a unique experience, especially for longer trips. In Havana, Jesus on 01- 52838359 was reliable as clockwork in his 1950s Oldsmobile. Rafael, who we mentioned before, was fantastic in Cienfuegos and a lovely man with a lovely wife, and is on 01-53417398. He also had a family friend, Oswaldo, take us from Cienfuegos to Trinidad, who was again great and made a 2 hour beach stop on the way for our kids to okay without charging extra.

We also used the Viazul buses on longer treks. These were comfortable, air conditioned and generally very on time. Cheaper than taxis, except for larger families, and recommended. Check their website for times and prices.

Every experience we had with Cubana airlines was a bad one. The fleet is ageing, and often has problems, and 3 flights we had were delayed significantly. We’d not use them again when we go back to Cuba.

Bicitaxis were great. Cheaper than cars, often more fun especially for banter with the riders. Fares always negotiable, and walking away always worked to get the prices we wanted. These are all run as personal enterprises as far as we could make out.

Cocotaxis in Havana were great fun for the kids. These look like large yellow eggs opened at the front for the riders to get in. They are actually Vespa mopeds with the body built around them. Again, salaried employees, though rates are negotiable.

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Internet
Minimal wifi (2 hotels in Havana, the Parque Central and Saratoga, none in Trinidad, Cienfuegos or Santa Clara). Limited terminals in ETECSA facilities or hotels, though sometimes you need to be a resident to use them.

Where we’d go back to if we come back
Havana for sure. So much more to see and experience. Trinidad is fantastic for the music, the art, the buildings. But also the most hassle in the streets touting for business, and the only experience we had in Cuba of begging. Regardless, an awesome city well worth a revisit. Less so Cienfuegos, which was a disappointment to us after the build up it had from the locals. Santa Clara is definitely worth a visit for the Che memorial and museum, but one visit for one day was enough for us. We’d also try Santiago, Guantanamo and Varadero next time if we can.

Book
The Lonely Planet. Every time.

Worth it?
Hell, yes. Fantastic people, great history, very different from Europe / US. Incredibly child friendly, and always ready for a chat. We’ll definitely be going back if we get the chance.

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Feeding spaghetti with my fingers

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This has been a trip of many firsts. On our bus ride from Trinidad to Santa Clara in Cuba, I have added to the list feeding spaghetti to my 3 year old daughter with my fingers. Fingers, being thicker than the teeth of a fork, are less than ideal for pronging through spaghetti. Being attached to my hand, and by extension therefore also my arm and body, they are also far more difficult to twirl around to pick up useful amounts of spaghetti. Add to this that she also wanted none of the tomatoes in the sauce, and it made for quite an experiment. Paola was to repeat the experiment with our two year old son about half an hour later.
I can’t think of many foods less appropriate for eating with fingers. Soup, I guess, would feature prominently on that list. Rice wouldn’t, and eating mansaf, the Palestinian / Jordanian dish of lamb and rice tastes infinitely nicer through fingers than it does with a spoon. Given that this dish has its origins in farms and in poorer communities, I find myself also recalling how such basics as a knife and fork are luxury items for much of the world. And by extension how so much of what we take for granted would be unimaginable (and sometimes unwelcome) comforts for many. And that to ignore, abuse or hoard our privileges is at once inhuman and irresponsible.

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Sad to be leaving Cuba

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Not sure what it was. The friendliness of her people? That there is a lot to do there and their aspirations were more fundemental than waiting for the next Apple release? The feeling that the revolution is never a distant memory? The endless banter in the street with people you’ve never met and would never meet again? Character? The Son? Her ability to force you to rethink?

Whatever it was, I know we will all miss it. A beautiful people in a beautiful country.

And we fly into San Jose in Costa Rica and meet the friendliest immigration official I’ve ever come across.

(album to follow)

4 Responses to Sad to be leaving Cuba

  1. Hani says:

    Cuba is what many won’t be. I made that up. I hope you at least did the Salsa before you left?

  2. Daniel Silva says:

    I’m sad for you! I can imagine the nostalgia after spending a number of days in Cuba, in the real Cuba (not just the touristy parts). Thank you for sharing as much as you did, it was great to read. I hope you can get back soon to continue the exploration and the learning experience.

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Coffee farmers in Monteverde

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I have a confession to make. I am sitting in The Common Cup cafe in one of the world’s coffee growing hotspots in Monteverde, Costa Rica, where the owners grow and process their own coffee, and I have ordered a Mocha. Thousands of coffee growers are turning in their graves at the lack of sophistication of destroying the taste of a beautiful coffee with chocolate. And Heyner, one of the partners who was kind enough to serve me the coffee, did not so much as flinch when asked, far less give a look of disdain or mutter a ‘tsk’ under his breath. And the Mocha was great, as was the Cortado, which I have to admit I tried as well to see what the taste of the coffee on its own would be like.

The other partner I met here, Ken, is a very amiable American who made a natural transition from law in the US to coffee farmer in Costa Rica. He was kind enough to take time out from packing coffee bags to send to his clients around the world, and shared some interesting facts about coffee growing in Costa Rica. The most astounding for me was that despite the involvement of the Fair Trade movement, coffee production here has declined by about 35% over the last 6 years as farmers have been unable to make enough money to keep going. So Ken and Heyner are doing the best thing and taking matters into their own hands.

The coffee they sell is about 20% cheaper than Fair Trade coffee. At the same time, they are launching a collective to sell and export coffee beans globally to individual consumers and affiliate coffee businesses that would make the farmers about 10 times the revenue of Fair Trade, which is still only just over 10% of the price paid by a final buyer of the coffee. The initiative will be launched at ThriveCoffee, and you can read more about it at their current site, Gourmet Coffee Costa Rica.

By the way, if you are a coffee-loving friend of mine, drop me an email and I’ll send you a pack of their coffee. I am buying five to send to the UK that I will share with our coffee-loving friends. Note that I am talking beans here, so you need to love coffee enough to have your own grinder. Neither Paola nor I are coffee drinkers, so please do let me know as otherwise some great beans will just sit in our house taking up space!

And if you want to get beans direct from these guys, either for your home as they sell direct to consumers, or to a business, then you can contact them at sustainablecoffee@gmail.com.

P.S. I just read that all net profits from The Common Cup are used for local community projects in Monteverde with a focus on youth. Loving it more and more.

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  1. Iyas and Paola,

    It was a pleasure spending time with your beautiful family today at The Common Cup. Thanks so much for telling the world about us!

    Ken, Heyner & Yami!

  2. Mrs P says:

    It could have been worse, you could have ordered a skinny chai latte…
    PS. 1 bag of beans to go please.

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