Package Tourists

Package Tourists

Varadero beach is gorgeous. It’s fine white sandy beach extends mile after glorious mile in each direction of my resort.

But, this is not my kind of place and I don’t like being here very much. I have a wrist band to identify me and what kind of package I have.

This place is tailor made for the all inclusive type of tourist where they have flights, hotel, food, entertainment and all they want to drink for one price. I rebel against all of that as I would rather find places and meet the locals.

Nonetheless, I am pleased I visited. The beach extends along the peninsular for a 20 kilometre swathe of unbroken white sands edging the Straits of Florida which is very pretty. Its been a lovely rest and my hotel room is large, comfortable and has a nice shower with hot water. A bonus, I caught up on my washing. From my balcony, large enough to host a party of twenty, I can watch more glorious sunsets.

This is a beautiful part of Cuba and down this end many of the hotels blend rather sensitively into the landscape. At the “posh” end, hotels are pristine, prissie, protrude and are pricey.

Getting around is very easy. There’s the option of – horse and cart; new taxi, old (beautifully restored or not) taxi, scooter and buggy contraption or the Varadero hop on hop off bus (approx AUD6). Yesterday while I waited for the bus an old white Cadillac convertible taxi passed me by. If I see it again, I’m hailing it and going for a ride; anywhere…it is gorgeous.

Supermarkets are also reasonably well stocked here, unlike Habana. I got ripped off yesterday by not one but by two cashiers. At one I was overcharged. The second I was shortchanged and when I kept my hand out the change was topped up, but I reaslised later, it still wasn’t enough. So I was on my guard at the bank and managed to pick up a really good trick. When counting out my Euro, I noticed one note float off the desk. Naturally I thought she would finish counting and pick it up. But she brazenly overlooked it and said “Euro 140”.

My response, “I think one note dropped on the floor”. After a cursory glance she replied “No. I stood calmly and after a short delay, she looked harder and retrieved my 10 Euro!

Photo: Gorgeous Varadero Beach.

Sunset from my deck at Varadero....there were some good things here!!!

I´m off to Trinidad next. I added this to my trip. Will let you know how I enjoy that.

Out and About in Habana

Out and about in Habana

I am a disgraceful tourist! It’s excessively hot outside and I retreated to the coffee shop attached to the Hotel Habana Libre. This hotel, once part of the Hilton chain, was commandeered by Castro’s men in January 1959 just a few months after it had opened. Castro ran the countries affairs from the 24th floor of this hotel for awhile. Photos on the 2nd floor show his men lounging about in the hotel.

I managed to cool down in the cafes airconditioned bliss whilst indulging in some passable food.

What a beguiling city this is. Around every corner intriguing new sights unfold, sending my senses into overdrive!

Earlier I walked several kilometers from the Gran Teatro de La Habana (the outstanding building is home of the national ballet), along the curved waterfront and up to the hotel. By the way, I tried to get tickets but they are not currently performing and they couldn’t advise whether they are later in June; I will try again.

Anyway, I strolled down the majestically shaded avenue to the harbour. I was so busy gawping at the buildings around me that I nearly missed the large modern sculptres lining the middle of the pedestrian walkway I was strolling down. Every few metres seats invite passersby to stop and rest awhile. And I did.

The waterfront area is being developed and once complete will surely tempt tourists by the plane load.

From my airconditioned seat in the café I can see the queue over the road steadily growing as locals wait patiently for an ice-cream. Cuba is famous for Coppelia ice-cream as it is for people having to queue for all manner of goods and services. Apparently you stand in line and have whatever flavour is offered that day. As yet, I haven’t been tempted. Perhaps after tomorrow when I’m at the beach resort of Varadero which is about four hours by road from here, I will indulge.

Apparently Varadero is very touristy so I am unsure how long I will want to stay.

Photos: A very happy artist

signing the piece of work I just purchased.

Typical touristy photo.

The antique bookstore in Plaza de Armas.....

Oh the language.

Oh the language. Or should that be oooh the language?

The colonization of Cuba began 1511 (nearly 20 years after Christopher Columbus sighted it) by Diego Valazquez de Cuellar who arrived with a Spanish flotilla of four ships and 400 men and began a brutal occupation. Spanish has remained the primary language of Cuba.

I am so very glad I learnt some before coming here but it is very basic. Probably age three level! I can pick up more than I can say but I keep trying.

The education system here (and health) is excellent to University level and free. The adult literacy rate is currently 97%. Many speak multiple languages and very well too. Morning television has tuition classes for many languages including English.

So for the 2million (approximately) visitors to this island, who do not speak the language well, there is help nearby. I’m asking “hablo en poco espanol” and “hablo en inglese”? (which translates to “I speak a little Spanish” and “do you speak English”?) often.

I was writing this as I waited for my breakfast and a four piece ban just assembled and began to play. It’s just for me; I am the sole diner at this café on the edge of Plaza de Vieja. As usual the bowl rests in front of them and I know I will pay for this treat soon.

Around the perimeter of this square I see beautifully restored buildings, some in various stages of restoration, across one corner a magnificient (actually I could really over-use that word in this city) a hotel façade complete with idle yellow crane. There doesn’t appear to be any work being done on any of these buildings. From what I can remember of my friend Gav’s photos (he visited about two years ago), it looks the same.

This square was an open air market until 1835. Today, I wish it were again. It needs people. But for now I have a seat at a restaurant on the edge of a historic square to enjoy and enjoy it I did.

Hello all.
I just tried to load an article but I kept getting errors. They guys here don't know what's wrong so I will try another internet cafe ....if I can find one and try again. I had some great photos too. Bye for now....must escape this air conditioned room and go out into the searing heat. J

I’m not sure I should be let out alone

Honestly I’m not sure I should be let out alone!!!

I had been wandering joyfully along the decaying but beautiful calles (streets) of Old Havana when I looked down at my blouse to discover the middle button undone, revealing my (admittedly chaste) bra. Horrors!

This could bring a new meaning to the chap enthusiastically shouted “I love you” and proceed to strum his guitar and serenade me with the song “I just called to say I love you”. And I thought he was hustling the tourist for a tip. Or later, the guy who blew me an enthusiastic kiss as I sat supping a cold beer and awaited my meal whilst watching the world go by.

Life on the street here is vibrant and talented musicians play a variety of instruments so the sound wafts alluringly around every corner of this city. It is a place of contrasts; I have no seat on my toilet at the casa but I have TWO glorious chandeliers. Much here looks very jaded but clearly was once exquisite.

After an hour here I was convinced that I am in love. I’ve found a place to rival Vientiane (Laos) and Cambodia’s Siem Reap. I want to walk like the locals. They exude style and sexuality in every move; both males and females.

I had a divine coffee at Plaza Vieja where some of the old buildings which have World Heritage status are undergoing renovations. Even the coffee rivals that of Laos (which is organic and grown locally) or New Zealand (where we have perfected coffee roasting of the imported ingredients). I have an idea for a posting about coffee but that can wait for another day when I have sampled a few more.

It’s been very hot today but around mid afternoon a refreshing breeze provided some relief. I had an early night because I calculated I had spent over 24 hours at airports since I left Sydney. Then there’s the flying time to add to that so I am a very tired but deliciously happy traveller.

I’m surprised…..how quickly I fell in love with this city.

I’m glad…..that I took Spanish lessons but wished I had worked harder with it and that I’d taken the time to do a refresher course. Its coming back to me though and I sometimes I’m able to make myself understood. They are very patient with my attempts and I think its appreciated. I have this philosophy that a traveler is in their land and so one should never expect English but it does make life easier with certain dealings.

I love the helpfulness of the locals…..I was looking for a new Casa today. The one recommended to me didn’t suit and so the owner walked a few blocks with me calling in on several (they are not easily identifiable). He found a lady with a room but it didn’t suit either so she made several calls and finally found a possibility for me. That owner came to get me and walked me back to his place for an inspection. I’m going to move there (Pepe’s place) on Monday. It has a balcony overlooking the street and although the water is cold (only), I chose it because it has more light and a table for me to set up my laptop etc.

Photos: the lounge room at my casa (house)

Typical old buildings.

Sunset New Caledonia Style

This photo is taken from the yacht which was tucked up in a little bay off Mathieu Island (approximately 4 hours cruising from Noumea). I used my new 18-200 mm lense which I love.

Isn't it great? We had several glorious sunsets with sun beams reaching all the way to the boat.

Nautilus Retrieval

Nautilus Retrieval

We were cruising around Baie de St Vincent and Pam spotted a nautilus shell bobbing in the water. Allan yelled “I’m turning around! Get something to collect it – these are rare and valuable”.

Turning around a 48 foot yacht is not that easy but Allan executed it expertly. Retrieving the shell, however, was not that easy and it necessitated several maneuvers and the three of us working in tandem to get it. Eventually Pam (with me leaving over the lifelines using the boat hook to gently push it towards her) she managed to scoop the old shell safely onto the boat. It’s a precious and rare find.

News to me, but nautilus are fascinating creatures (part of the mollusk family) unchanged for more than 100 million years. The shells grow to around 30cm (the one we scooped up is about 15cm across), is lined with mother of pearl.

Its shell is divided into 36 chambers which are formed one after the other over years. Before developing a new chamber, the old one is closed off. The chambers are filled with a mixture of water gas and air which it adjusts for buoyancy as it plumbs depths of up to 500 metres on the edge of the barrier reef. I found this truly amazing and made the find even more special.

Photo: Nautilus shell on the after deck.