Saturday, August 27, 2016

Last Night in Cuba

For one last Mojito and Cuba Libra we headed back to Habana Vieja (Old Havana), to a Paladar restaurant (private as opposed to government-owned) that had been recommended by a friend. It is Number 303 O'Reilly Street.

Here we started with our gigantic drinks accompanied by some beautiful grilled octopus.  
   

After the entrees, we moved to the roof-top bar for coffee and dessert.  From the roof we could enjoy the contrasts of old Havana. 
 

The view from the roof was great.  There were elegant old buildings in various states of disrepair and across the street we could see in one of the apartment windows where someone was watching the Rio Olympics.
   
 

The fan on the ledge in front of our table was a vintage Westinghouse oscillating model except, it didn't oscillate.
 

The door across the street, 304 O'Reilly was a restaurant we had been to on our first night, another Paladar with excellent food and music playing from Sirius/XM.
 

After dinner we stopped in for one last cocktail and some live Cuban music. The band played and everyone enjoyed!!
  


When it was time to go, we went in search of a taxi and found the perfect "ride" to cap off our last night in Cuba.  We rode back to the boat in style, in a 1955 Chevrolet BelAir, windows down and the lively music of the Buena Vista Social Club bluetoothed from the driver's cell phone to the car radio.
 

Buenos Noches, Cuba.  Hasta un otro vez. 

Three City Trip from Havana- Day 2


Time-Warped Trinidad

As one of our guide books says, "Trinidad went to sleep in 1850 and never really woke up."  This strange twist of fate is good news for visitors like us who can roam the perfectly preserved mid-19th century sugar town like travelers from another era. It is not difficult to imagine what life was like then because it is still the same today.  The narrow streets are paved with cobblestones that formerly served as ballast that was left behind as empty ships coming from various ports filled their holds to capacity with sugar cane.

While the sugar cane days are gone, the town is still a working town with a population of about 50,000, catering to tourism and working to maintain its UNESCO World Heritage status by constant maintenance including restoration and cleanliness.  

   
  



After a great dinner in a Paladara (private restaurant) we spent a "warm" night at the charming private hotel of Vivian & Pablo-warm until we figured out  air conditioner.  The bedroom was very basic but the rest of the property was wonderful.
 

Here are some photos showing the nicely renovated home Number 50.
   
 
Breakfast was better than any Continental breakfast one could find in Europe--fruits, cheeses, Cuban coffee, fresh mango juice, little corn cakes (arepas) with honey.

After another little walk around Trinidad, we returned to our car and drove to Santa Clara, home to the memorial of Che Guevara.  It is a large building filled with photos from the Revolution.  No cameras or and all visitors had to remove their hats.  

IINTERESTING TIDBIT- As we were about to enter our guide was questioned about his "guests" (us) by the security.  He had to sign some papers.  We asked him later what that was all about and he told us that Americans and people from the Czech Republic are considered "high-risk tourists".  We asked, "Ok, we understand the feelings toward Americans but why the Czech Republic?"  He explained that it's because the Czech Republic is a former communist country, visitors from there were thought to have bad feelings about Cuba's communist government and consequently were "high-risk".

Another hour or two on the road and we were back at our boat by 5pm.  

The Cuban agricultural and national park areas are beautiful.  We are glad we made this part of our visit.

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Three City Trip from Havana - Day One

While Havana is located on the north coast of Cuba's Western Province, an excursion to central Cuba is popular for visitors.  The three cities of Cienfuegos, Trinidad and Santa Clara each have either architectural charm or historical significance.  In fact, many international flights operate in and out of Santa Clara.  This region is also famous for the Bahia de Cochinos or Bay of Pigs, the site of the US CIA invasion in April, 1961.  I had learned that the Playa Giron, which is how the Cubans refer to the area, was a great place for snorkeling and SCUBA diving.

 

We planned this excursion well in advance of our arrival in Cuba and were met at the marina by our guide, Tony who was driving an air conditioned Chinese knock-off of a small Landrover that almost required a step ladder to get into it.  

During our two and one-half hour to the Bay of Pigs we were entertained by Tony who told us a lot about life in Cuba, the rise of tourism and the peoples' hopes for vast improvements if and when the US embargo is lifted.  The Cubans loved Obama's visit and were struck by how personable he was as he mixed with everyone visiting homes and small restaurants.

The drive was comfortable on Cuba's Autopista Nacional, the central highway that runs through much of the country.  Not far out of Havana we reached rich farmlands where they raise large crops of corn, potatoes, onions and garlic.  There are also large tree farms of mangos and bananas.  Off the highway and even further into farming country we encountered what we thought was a work crew on the side of the road. They were farmers drying their corn on the roadbed and just past them where the bags containing the dried corn.

  

The world has come to know the Bay of Pigs as a disastrous attempt by the Kennedy administration to invade Cuba and overthrow Fidel Castro.  The plan was conceived in 1959 by the CIA and given official sanction by the Eisnehower administration with one provision, no US troops were to be used in combat. JFK, the new president, implemented the plan. Fourteen hundred Cuban exiles were trained by the CIA and on April 15, 1961 landed at Playa Giron.  Castro, who had been forewarned of the plan, scrambled his Air Force.  They were waiting and sunk the two US supply ships leaving all the invaders stranded on the beach.  One hundred fourteen were killed in combat and the rest were captured, not to be returned to the US until a year later in exchange for $53 million worth of food and medicine.

Along the road leading to the beach are memorials of the fallen.  There is a small museum that no longer seems to attract much attention.  Now the beach is a favorite recreational stop.   
    
"At this point arrived the mercenaries."  (The US referred to the invaders as commandos and the Cubans called them mercenaries).

On the road to Cienfuegos, we enjoyed more beautiful farmland, horse-drawn buggies, more old-timers, a horse bath and a quick stop at a roadside restaurant for a soft drink and a Cuban sandwich.
   
   

The first occupants of Cienfuegos region located on the third largest bay in Cuba, were from the Taino era, dating around 1050 to the early 1500s.  They were considered pease-loving, skillful farmers, weavers, ceramists and boatbuilders. Within 30 years of the arrival of the Europeans, which included the landing of Columbus in 1494, other explorers of the early 1500s and the Pirates of the 16th and 17th centuries, 90% of the population had been wiped out due to conflict and diseases.

In 1819, a French emigre from Louisiana founded the town of Cienfuegos with a scheme to increase the population of whites in Cuba.  He invited 40 families from New Orleans, Philadelphia and the town of Bordeaux in France to establish the fledgling settlement.  They came, bringing with them ideas of the European Enlightenment.  Today the town is described as a treasure box of 19th century architectural glitz.  It continued to flourish with the arrival of the railroad in the 1850s.  Sugar cane was the economic base of the area and as the sugar growers' fortunes grew they pumped their wealth into a dazzling array of eclectic architecture.

Today the city has maintained much of its beauty, more than that of other areas we visited.  For this reason it earned a UNESCO World Heritage Site listing in 2005.  

      

In the main square.  Note the cars in the second picture--all newer. And, in the third picture, Jerry is posing so I can get a shot of those in the background.  Everyone is on a cell phone. 

Cienfuegos is a charming city.  We walked several streets and down to the port on the beautiful Bay.  We were only there for about an hour since we needed to keep moving in order to get to our last destination of the day, Trinidad.

Trinidad is only a short distance and on the way we stopped at the resting place of the old steam locomotive that was used to carry the sugarcane from Cienfuegos, Trinidad and through the Valle de los Ingenios to waiting ships on the north coast headed to Europe.  The locomotive was brought from Philadephia in 1914.
 
 

From the train terminal we drove the final leg of our trip and arrived in Trinidad around 5pm.  Just outside of town we passed a deplorable building built by the Russians that was currently being used as a school.  What a contrast.
 
 
Trinidad was a great surprise.  It was like a town preserved in time except for the people.  It was colorful and lively with lots of non-American tourists.  We dropped our bags off at our accommodations and walked around the town before heading to the well-known Canchanchara Bar named for the famous rum drink of dark rum, honey and lemon juice. But first, we had a mission--finding the freshest Cohiba cigars in all of Cuba.  Interesting negotiations!
Mission accomplished.

 
 
Live music on the steps of the main square.
 
Cheers.  Here's to a great day!




Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Hemingway in Cuba

It seems we are always crossing the path of Ernest Hemingway.  A few of our favorite boating areas seemed to have hosted the famous author, traveler, war correspondent,, fisherman.  Residents of the island of Bimini in the Bahamas are proud of their Hemingway connection. He spent lots of time there and their little one-room museum is full of Hemingway photos and memorabilia.  In fact, the grandfather of our Bimini fishing mate, Willie, used to mate for him when he came.  He was a great marlin fisherman and was a great drinker at the favorite Bimini watering hole, the Compleat Angler (which has since been destroyed by fire).  Key West is also a city where he had lived for a time and the bars he frequented as well as his house are important treasures in Key West history.

Now we have found Hemingway in Cuba and this is the best.  Here I see Hemingway with a touch of class and appreciation for quiet retreats in beautiful places.  

Attracted by his love for marlin fishing he came to Cuba in 1932.  But it wasn't until 1939 that he decided to move to the island. His temporary residence was a high corner room on the second floor of the hotel Ambos Mundos on a prominent street in the old section of Havana.  He made frequent visits to Havana with his girl friend, Martha Gellhorn, whom he married in1940.  Martha was not happy staying in a cramped hotel room so she sought to find more suitable accommodations.  

She found Finca La Viga on the outskirts of Havana.  It is a beautiful hilltop estate with a pool, gardens and a lovely villa overlooking Havana and the sea. Hemingway loved this place and it is said that he did some of his best writing here.

Hemingway's bond with Cuba lasted more than 20 years (up until his death), through the Batista period and the beginning of the Revolution, and longer, in fact, than his relationship with Martha.  His last wife, Mary Welsh (married in 1946) joined him in Cuba and lived with him at Finca La Viga.  They fixed up the property and added a tower room where Hemingway could write as he looked out over the sea.

Between travels, Hemingway and Mary spent their time at Finca La Viga.  He wrote and fished.  During World War II he would take his beautiful, fast fishing boat, the Pilar, out along the north coast of Cuba on the lookout for Nazi submarines that were trying to sink ships laden with Cuban sugarcane intended for the Allied troops.

In 1960 Hemingway and Mary returned to the US and in 1961 in Ketchum, Montana, Hemingway committed suicide.

Mary gave the villa to the Cuban government to be made into a museum and it has been carefully preserved eerily giving off a vibe that Hemingway is still there. We visited Finca La Viga on Monday afternoon and it is indeed beautiful.

Everything is just as it was, the furnishings, his books, his clothes, and his trophies from his many hunting trips in Africa.   I can see why he loved it. It was one of my favorite stops in all of Cuba.

My many photos will show you what a lovely place it still is.
  

There are a few things I found of particular interest.

Hemingway was a legendary drinker in the bars of Cuba.  He loved his rum. On the wall of the restaurant La Bodeguita de Medio he had hand written, "My Mojito in La Bodequita, my daiquiri in El Floridita".  It is also obvious he drank at home, in the living room between the two chairs you will see several rum bottles placed on the small table.  
       
    

Notice the hunting trophies throughout the house.  There is an interesting story of the Kudu trophy hanging on the dining room wall--the one with the long wavy antlers.  Hemingway shot it on safari in Africa in 1934. Mussolini had so admired it that he wanted to buy it. He sent Hemingway a blank check requesting the Kudu telling him to fill in the amount.  Hemingway returned the check with this message written on the back: "I do not hunt for a living, I live to hunt. Shoot your own." 
 

There is also a trophy in the bathroom.  It is a lizard preserved in a jar.  Hemingway had lots of cats.  They used to chase the lizards.  One day one of the cats caught one and proudly brought it into the house.  Hemingway had one of his workers preserve the lizard saying, "If I can have my trophies, so can my cat!"
    
 
In the bathroom are marks on the wall near the scales.  Apparently this is how Hemingway kept track of his weight.

The photo with the telescope is the tower where he did most of his writing.  I love the picture of his old Corona typewriter.
 
   

The boat is his famous Pilar, known throughout the Caribbean.
     

The black and whites photos were hanging in his pool house.