12km south of Trinidad is Playa Ancon, supposedly the most beautiful beach on the southern side of the island. I prefer my beaches w water that moves. A real surf if possible. Makes it much more entertaining IMHO. Allows me to ride the waves & also giggle when they knock others over. The devil in me. Ancon has no waves. Zero. Flat as can be. Much like other beaches I’ve seen in the protected Caribbean waters. But it really was beautiful & very tranquil. I rented a bike for the day to leisurely bike the 12km to & from Trinidad. A very picturesque ride. Time seemed to fly by & it was quite enjoyable. On the way there, that is. I realized why on the return ride as Trinidad is certainly at a higher elevation than sea level. So on the way there, I was riding down a very gradual hill the entire trip. Not so much on the way back. The few mojitos I enjoyed on the trip made for a not-so-enjoyable slow ride back so when a taxi, complete w a bike rack on the back (I’m clearly not the first moronic tourist to make the same mistake & later realization), honked & offered me a ride w maybe half of the trip remaining, I gladly took him up on his offer.
Month: January 2017
Rewind… to Trinidad
It’s not often to be lucky enough to find yourself smack dab in the center of profound world changing events so I haven’t had time to post some already written blog entries on Trinidad, the hippest place to visit outside of Havana & only a short 1.5hr bus ride from Cienfuegos. It’s a lovely city set in a valley surrounded by Cuba’s version of mountains. It has small winding cobblestone streets w very picturesque vistas of lovely colored casas against the lush green mountains, that is, if you can stop watching your feet for fear of tripping & falling flat on your face due to the vastly uneven cobblestones. I wandered for hours in local hoods past parks w kids playing. Came across kids flying kites – right above the same power lines which seem to have made a habit of collecting a lot of former kites. I guess no one really does ever learn. Or they think they can beat it.
There’s a lovely town square Plaza Mayor & nearby a big wide set of stone steps perfect for people watching & after 10pm nightly, the steps are transformed into the music center of the city w multiple salsa singing & dancing acts performing while competing storefront bars selling “the best mojitos in the world” allow you to enjoy a cocktail while taking in the scene. My one gripe w the music scene in Trinidad is it was very clearly catering only to tourists, no locals. In both Havana & Cienfuegos, I found higher quality music in venues w a good mix of tourists & locals so you felt like you were experiencing real Cuba. But I think I’m in the minority here as everyone seemed to absolutely love it.
The primary thing about Trinidad that left a lot to be desired was the food. I read somewhere that in 2011, before the change in laws regarding private restaurants, there were 3 private restos. Now there are over 90. So it seems as if everyone is trying to throw their hat in the game & reap the awards that come w increased tourism. It certainly doesn’t mean they all have good food. Far from it. The best meal I had in Trinidad was cooked by my friendly casa owners as I found even the LP recommended restaurants to be shit. It really is a beautiful city but between the food & what seems to be a nonstop focus on making a buck, I wonder if the city has lost some of its local charm due to its newfound trendiness. Havana & Cienfuegos had loads of it. I’m hopeful it will sort itself out w time.













I was awakened at 7am to what sounded like a marching band & found this outside my casa. After they finished playing a few songs, they all started drinking rum. A lot of it. At 7:15. I have no idea. Nor did my casa owners. https://youtu.be/6u7y3tn9Nmk
The problem w selfies
I’ve had a few beers & I’ve found myself on my soapbox. I’m proud to stink at taking selfies. Traveling, I watch far too many people focus solely on capturing themselves in the best light / pose / scene / etc w total disregard for what’s going on around them. The selfie stick has taken it to a whole other level. I watched a couple in Trinidad the other day & I bet, no exaggeration, this chick took no less than 1,000 pictures of herself in a matter of 20 minutes in various states of undress, sunglasses / squinting, hair up / down, I could go on but frankly rehashing it now is as boring as watching the real thing go down. I at first felt for the guy as he patiently sat nearby while this travesty unfolded. Until she asked him to participate & he happily took another 1,000 photos of her. I don’t think they had any appreciation for where they were, what they were seeing, the local culture… nothing. She just wanted the cutest photo to post on social media. They’re the same goddam people who I stand behind at shows in small venues as they record every song. They’re not watching or enjoying the show. They’re documenting it to post on YouTube later (or snapchat or whatever kids do these days) & brag to their friends they were there. Live in the goddam moment people. And if you’re not going to? Then get the hell out of my way & sit at home & watch other videos bc by recording it, you’re missing out on the actual experience (& you’re blocking my view’ your distracting smartphone). There’s one common thread in these situations… I seem to be the only one bothered by this social phenomenon. That’s how normal it’s become.
I really think it’s a microcosm of what is wrong w society today. This isn’t just an American problem. It’s global. People are so goddamned self-involved they don’t give a shit about how other people are impacted by their actions, words, votes, etc. I used to say that traveling internationally for an extended period of time ought to be a pre-requisite for university. Now I feel I must qualify that by requiring volunteer experience to enforce a recognition of various levels of privilege, meaningful interactions w locals beyond simply a service capacity, legitimate attempts to communicate in the local language, appreciation of local customs & culture… maybe that will enable people to pull their head out of their asses, consider other people & actually experience what’s happening around them.
Hemingway appendix
The kindle version of A Farewell to Arms I was re-reading had appendices containing the 39 other potential endings as well as an exhaustive list of potential titles. My fave? “I have committed fornication but that was In Another Country and Besides the wench is dead”. I’m guessing he was having a bad day when that one came to mind. Hysterical. Side note – AFTA was 3rd on the list.
Fidel’s caravan
I arrived in Ciego de Avila at 10am to take my longest at 5.5hrs but last bus ride of the trip at 11am after a 2hr taxi ride from Guillermo to find the streets lined w people. Police had the roads closed & but granted us permission to continue to the bus station. This had to mean only one thing… looks like I ran smack dab into the Fidel caravan. I had been trying to figure out the exact route & timing. The news never seemed to announce it. I asked a bunch of locals & those that claimed to know all had different answers. Even a group of hotel workers last night who have today off & live in Ciego were taking a 5am bus East to see the caravan elsewhere. Why would they leave their hometown if it was happening there? I had asked them about the route & told them my bus time & they thought I’d miss it. And now it’s right outside my bus station. I definitely have impeccable timing.
Of course this all means there’s zero chance my bus leaves on time, at least I was hoping so bc that would mean I’d see history unfold in front of me. After checking in, I wandered the street near the station until 11, all while carrying my backpack, & then headed back for an update. The bus going west from Santiago to Havana had arrived & was staying put until after the caravan has passed as the government has shut down all the roads – including the carretera the bus would take. At least their bus agreed to hold their luggage. As I’m going East, my bus is stuck behind the caravan so I’m still stuck w my bag – but so happy it’s a light backpack. It was a real hot day – hottest to-date during my trip – so I sat in the station til 12:30 watching the tv coverage of the procession. I could see & hear outside & the crowds had grown to enormous proportions so I ventured out, walked a bit, found a decent spot behind the initial 3-4 deep crowds lining the street, dropped my pack & promptly took a seat on it to sweat it out. People waiting seemed envious of my seat but they were the smart ones w umbrellas bc it was a scorcher. The spot I picked happened to be right behind a bunch of kids aged 5-10 in their school uniforms marching around in a large circle singing various Fidel chants & carrying signs. Their fave chant was of course “Yo soy Fidel”. Adults of all ages were more quiet & somber but the kids brought a lot of energy. Even some of the adults were taking videos of the kids who seemed to bring big smiles to many of their faces – perhaps a reminder of the excitement they had in their youth.
Watching the crowd was pretty unreal. No one seemed to have any idea of when this was happening & they were lined up for hours waiting. At the slightest sound of a vehicle, people who weren’t already standing along the street rushed from their spots in the shade & sprinted to the street. It didn’t matter what direction the car was coming from. I mean I knew I had no idea from where the procession was coming but I had assumed the locals would. That’s how little info has been put out in advance of this thing.
Fidel’s procession passed by at 2pm. I found a slight incline from which I took a pretty cool video as you can clearly see the mini-casket bearing his name carrying his ashes & covered by a mini-Cuban flag, enclosed in glass, surrounded by white flowers, held by an military trailer & towed by a green military 4×4 holding 5 officers. There was massive cheering & chants & flag waving as he passed & once he passed & the cheering subsided, only then could I hear the sobs. People were very upset & almost didn’t know what to do with themselves after they waited so long & then it was over in 3 minutes. Some stood & cried. Most just wandered off silently. It’s so cool I got to see this. I had given up getting close to any festivities & then whaddya know, chance intervened on my behalf.
Many would consider this a real shitty travel day (and believe me, there were those tourists who sat right where they were, not leaving the bus station & missed history happening right outside) w the bus leaving 4.5hrs late & further 1.5hr & 1hr delays on the way due to road shutdowns as we were following the caravan East. I arrived in Holguin 8hrs+ behind schedule & still had to catch a 1hr taxi to Playa Pesquero… but I saw freakin Fidel so it was all worth it.
Kids chanting before https://youtu.be/fs6Xzekr4kE
Crowd just before he passed https://youtu.be/G6quYw5V90Y
Playa Pilar – the best Cuban beach per locals
So if there was ever any doubt whether Cuba was on its way, quickly, to becoming just like any other Caribbean island w it’s mega resorts wholly focused on catering to tourists., I witnessed it today. I was very excited to visit Playa Pilar (yes, named by Fidel in honor of Ernie’s boat as it was his favorite back during the time when Cayo Guillermo was still technically an island). It was & is still described in guidebooks (published wi the last 1.5-2 yrs) & online as an isolated beach accessible only by taking a bus & hiking over the sand dunes. No hotels. Served only by the Ranchon Playa Pilar, a small thatch-roofed restaurant that offers wonderful fresh caught lobster. And the softest whitest sand in all of Cuba. The last one is spot on. Definitely the best sand. I saw the remnants of the old charming little Ranchon Pilar, now used to store excess tables & beach chairs for when they now host “international dinners on the beach” at night. Seems the ol’ Ranchon has enjoyed good business, understandably so bc that lobster is ridiculously delicious, as it’s expanded a bit – doubled its size – & also built a lighted wooden plank walkway from the road over the dunes, conveniently right past its restaurant & down to the beach. As you can imagine, the bridge incredibly increases the accessibility of the beach so a flood of tourists come to visit every day. Soon there will be more. You see, the beach is flanked by 2 bluffs on which one, a brand spankin new Iberostar’s grand opening is imminent, & on the other, construction is clearly underway on another resort as the skyline is dotted w cranes. My guess is the little Ranchon Pilar will have trouble holding onto this beach & the entire thing will be fully developed in 3 years.
Anthony Bourdain is a phony
So my hotel in Cayo Guillermo has CNN. Nuts! It’s been so easy to avoid any kind of news from back home. Got back to my room & was just curious what channels the tv carried bc it was my first tv in Cuba. Funny enough, CNN was the only channel in English & was broadcasting Anthony Bourdain’s food show Cuba episode. Great timing, I thought. It’s the first time I’ve ever watched the show. On Cuba in Cuba. What an elitist phony ass that guy is. He’s hanging out w rich people in a well-off suburb of Havana where everyone speaks English & are artists, doctors, writers & engineers, own their own stand-alone homes w massive yards (& don’t seem to be renting out rooms) & drag race old American cars instead of using them as hired taxis. Yet he pretends as if he’s slumming it. Yeah, you’re really experiencing the real Cuba you jag off. First & last episode watched.
Cayo Guillermo es mucho mejor de Varadero
I was planning to end my trip by visiting a couple beaches & doing some diving. Now I was pretty intent on trying to see the funeral in Santiago, a city only 2hrs from Holguin, where my flight leaves for the US on the afternoon of Mon Dec 5. I considered lingering in SC for a bit longer bc I was in the right place (along w Havana & Santiago). Sure enough, 3 large construction vehicles w lifts began doing odds & ends repairs & paint refreshes Sat evening on the grand buildings surrounding Parque Vidal, long after normal govt worker hours, clearly preparing for the caravan that will pass through – but based on my estimates, it wouldn’t reach Santa Clara until Wed eve or Thurs morn, so I decided to head out to Cayo Guillermo as planned.
Some of my fave albums ever got me through a frustrating 3-hr bus ride that included a 45-min late start for no apparent reason & an hour long stop for a late lunch 20 mins from my destination of Ciego de Avila. The punk goddess/poet Patti Smith’s Horses’ put a smile on my face as it does every time w the very first lyrics – quite possibly one of the best starts to an album ever. It’s certainly not for everyone bc she’s so weird in a really great kinda way… I liken her to the female version of Lou Reed, another one of my obsessions. Then I moved to another all time great, Miles Davis’ Kind of Blue, which is definitely for everyone. I finished in the Latin realm w Manu Chao’s Clandestino which made me happily recall one of the first Lollapalooza’s since being permanently based in my Chicago (so prob 10 yrs ago), where he played opposite the home town Kanye West to close the fest on Sunday night. All but about 5k went to see Kanye while my sis, a friend & I spread out & danced like crazy people to Manu Chao, along w everyone else in the crowd who very obviously really appreciated his music. One of the best, craziest, high energy, fun shows I’ve ever seen. Screw Kanye (still).
My trip was not over at Ciego de Avila. I found & negotiated w a taxi driver to take me the 2-hr drive to Cayo Guillermo, supposedly a lovely somewhat-difficult-to-get-to little island w pristine beaches, great diving, exciting kite surfing (which I’ve always wanted to try) & good deep sea fishing. It just so happens to be the island & beach (Playa Pilar) that Hemingway called his favorite back in the day when there wasn’t a man-made causeway connecting it, via Cayo Coco, to the mainland. A total coincidence that I went through the trouble to end up here.
I checked out the kite surfing early on. The bulk of them are further SE from the hotel closer to a point on the island – where SE & E winds collide. As I walked down the beach, I could feel the winds pickup. Then I just sat there for hours watching. I talked to a couple guys about lessons & questioned the learning curve due to the strong winds. “Oh but the winds are good… helps you get up. Makes it easier.” And then I watched for an hour as a relatively physically fit man repeatedly tried & failed to mount his board in the water while keeping control of his kite. Poor guy was trying his best to heed the advice of his instructor, who was following him in the water, as his kite took the newbie 100 yds down the beach, clearly failing. It reminded me of the time Karen, Gina & I checked out Pirlanta beach in Cesme, Turkey off the coast from Izmir known for being one of the top kite surfing beaches in the world & witnessed a woman, clearly in the early stages of her lesson so still on the beach, dragged 50 yards down the beach by her kite while eating mouthfuls of sand. That beach was far windier than this. But this was still a bit intimidating. So I sat & watched for awhile. After an hour, I stopped watching the newbies as I decided that I should first perhaps give surfing a whirl before I throw a kite into the mix (surf camp in Peru sounds pretty fabulous right!?!). I then turned my focus to the experienced guys & was especially floored by a guy who had no footholds on his board (what!) so when he gets air (& he was getting the highest air), he isn’t grabbing his board to show-off, he’s doing it so he has something to land on. He was more kite skateboarding & I’ve never seen anything like it before. Impressed.
IMHO, although I do consider myself somewhat of an expert when it comes to grading beaches, this is superior to Varadero. However… in order to visit now, there are only 4 hotels to choose from. All of them are all-inclusive resorts. I’m quite certain Ernie would roll over in his grave. I’ve never done an all-inclusive before. It’s a real nice place – a fancy Spanish owned resort. I don’t think I wanted to like it. I was a doubter when it came to the food & drinks assuming the former would be terrible & the latter would be watered down. But it was pretty darn good. I did get to know a bartender Wildmer quite well who was heavy on the pour. Muchas gracias, Wildmer. BTW… there are drinks (clearly)! Apparently the Spanish hotel owner doesn’t dare cross his Canadian & European guests, who as far as I’m concerned barely recognized Fidel died or there was anything happening outside of their all-inclusive little world, by withholding booze. So it flowed. A bit too freely for some. But still no music.
Hold on… no musica or fiesta in Cuba for 9 days?!?! I’m not loving this period of mourning
When Raul Castro came on state tv just after 10:30pm to announce Fidel’s passing, I was fast asleep. I’m not usually that lame but I was first put in a room in the casa directly facing the street & night 1, it’s almost as if the sound of the cars, motorcycles, trucks, horse carriages & people passing by my window was amplified by the beautiful 20ft ceilings in my room as the noise seemed louder than it does even on the street. So no sleep on night 1 meant an early bed time on night 2 & decent sleep thanks to a room switch.
I didn’t hear the news until the following morning. As soon as I woke, I walked out & 4 different family members told me in a matter of 5 mins. The casa owner told me first, 30 secs after I walked out of my room. He looked crushed, like his favorite uncle died. I said I was sorry for your loss. He thanked me & grabbed & held my hand. He seemed upset.
I got dressed & re-watched the Raul announcement on local Cuban state tv over breakfast & couldn’t get out of the casa fast enough, heading directly to Parque Vidal. First off, FAR more people at 10am than the prior day. But I got a sense of general uncertainty. No real emotions. Two hours later (bc I couldn’t leave… this is the gathering spot of the city & I had a front row view), people seemed to loosen up a bit. I saw a couple people crying (& overheard “it’s like my father died”) & a few handshakes amongst older men w perhaps a hint of a smile but maybe that was my imagination. Most were still very somber & reserved. I’m sure Cuban-Americans were celebrating but there were absolutely no celebrations here. I hesitantly asked my casa owner’s 2 daughters & son-in-law what they thought his death would mean for Cuba. Cubans consider Fidel part of the family, he loves Cuba, fights for them against the big US (which many don’t seem to like so he had very effective messaging) & everyone feels connected to him in some way or another so the whole country will grieve his loss. One daughter replied that she doesn’t expect anything to change as he hasn’t been in charge for 10 years. These were very similar sentiments I heard as the week progressed from all Cubans regardless of age, sex, job, etc. Cubans young & old were very sad, I’m guessing a very different message vs the US media machine. Have people been jailed here for talking shit about the government? Sure, just like many other countries currently ruled by dictators. But it’s clear this feeling of loss is not the result of fear.
I felt so blessed to actually be in Cuba seeing the reaction first-hand in a city that really fucking matters. Did I say I was in Santa Clara? Two different Cuban casa owners groaned when I said I was going to Santa Clara, saying “there’s nothing to do but the Che mausoleum & the train thing”. From everything I’ve read about Cuba over the years, SC was prominent in its revolutionary history. Che orchestrated maybe the coolest & certainly the most decisive take down of Bautista, when he & 18 teenagers took down Bautista’s army of hundreds on train tracks using a borrowed bulldozer, forcing the surrender immediately thereafter thus giving Fidel’s revolutionaries the victory. Fidel gave his victory speech in Santiago de Cuba the next day & then made a victory run to Havana, swinging through all of the crucial cities over the route.
Therefore SC is Che’s city – it’s devoted to him – multiple statues, museums, monuments & since his death & recovery of his remains from Bolivia, his mausoleum. The locals be damned, I was going. Thankfully I listened to my gut bc there was no better place to be when THE news came down. Now it seemed very fitting that the day of Fidel’s death, I walked 3km out to Che’s official memorial, museum & mausoleum where Fidel gave a speech in ’97 lighting his eternal flame when his remains were interred after being found in a secret Bolivian mass grave w the 37 others captured & then immediately executed courtesy of the CIA. Spooky almost. I think I tend to have pretty good timing, but this was impeccable.
My casa owner shared w me the state newspaper, the Granma (named after the boat that brought Fidel, Che & Raul to Cuba to start the revolution – 3 of the 12 out of 80+ that survived the initial landing), which was wholly focused on Fidel & despite only being 8 pages, it took me 2 hours to read. Thanks shitty Spanish. The owner was laughing at me. But I think I eventually understood most of it. It just took me awhile bc there were a lot of words I didn’t know (he was no help… his accent is brutal & speaks zero English) so I re-read many sentences to try to glean context. So I know what’s going on. For the most part. I was going to ask if I could perhaps keep it but he seemed to be keeping a close eye on it. I learned there’s a period of mourning over the next 9 days during which state radio and television will broadcast patriotic and historical programming before his funeral in Santiago de Cuba on Sun Dec 4. There’s a big ceremony in Havana on Tues in revolution park where I visited. Then his ashes will caravan from Havana to Santiago, taking the same reverse route he took after his victory speech in 1959, before a similar ceremony on Dec 3 in Santiago & his burial on the 4th. I’m going to do my best to be there.
More importantly, as far as I’m concerned, is this period of mourning which apparently means no music, no party, no alcohol for 9 days. I heard rumors all restaurants & bars would be closed. Given I have nearly 1.5 weeks left in Cuba, I really hoped that would not be the case bc I may starve & be bored to death. A bit worried, I asked my casa owner but he said while they did that in the past for other revolutionary deaths, that was when everything was state owned & now there are many privately own businesses that can make their own decision. For a late lunch, I was not allowed to order a beer but they inexplicably allowed me to order a mojito instead so perhaps people are still feeling things out. My dinner that night was status quo – good food & any drink on the menu. But that was night one. In the days since, I’ve sorted out that state run places have closed (fine, as I tried to stick to privately owned joints), private run restaurants have chosen to remain open but not serve alcohol (although some will serve beer or wine but no mixed drinks) & private run bars have closed.
But there’s one thing that’s clear. There is no music. None. Anywhere. Passing people’s homes yesterday, opened doors revealed music & laughter. Today, each house seems to be tuned to state-run tv & radio that is perpetually replaying Raul Castro’s speech last night as well as reporting on global reactions (or at least those Granma wishes to report upon). My plan for the first night of mourning had been to attend Cuba’s only official drag show & potentially become a groupie of this really cool band. Of course neither happened. Just to be sure, I swung by Club Menjune & even that liberal hotbed teeming w hippies the day prior was lights out, doors locked. Just the city itself had changed so much, especially at night. The night prior, the square was packed w people socializing & now the streets were eerily quiet, everyone was home & really mourning.
The music I’m going to miss. A lot. I can’t imagine having visited Havana, Cienfuegos or Trinidad without music as it’s such a massive part of the everyday lifestyle. So again, I felt lucky to be in Cuba to experience this historic event & luckier that his passing happened at this point in my trip.
Cozy & quaint Cienfuegos
Volcano Choir’s Repave album, Tame Impala’s Lonerism, Purity Ring’s Shrines & Polica’s Shulasmith got me through the 5-hr early morning bus trip from Varadero to Cienfuegos. I don’t think the musical build was coincidental as I was becoming increasingly excited to get the hell off the bus.
I arrived at Cienfuegos around lunch & for CUC$3, I agreed to a taxi to my casa. Thank goodness Carlos was my driver as he was a lifesaver given the casa’s address & map location on Airbnb was not at all correct. After helping me search the supposed intersection for the casa with no success, Carlos offered to use his mobile to call (Cubans are charged per call) as I had the phone number of the owner w no working mobile. No answer but being a capable taxi driver, Carlos actually had the owner’s info saved in his phone, complete w the correct address so he happily took me the remaining 6 blocks. And refused to accept more than CUC$3. Most taxi drivers would’ve dropped me with no second thought so bless Carlos bc he saved me hours of lost time. He’s agreed to scoop me on my return trip to the bus station so I look forward to thanking him again. Sweet & helpful Cuban people keep impressing me everyday.
Cienfuegos felt a bit more international than what I’d seen to-date in Cuba – almost Parisian in a sense w colonnaded boulevards & columned buildings. It has a nice city center w a grand square where locals congregate as well as its own Malecon along the bay – a mini version of Havana’s – that leads to a lovely inlet called Punta Gorda. The small city size makes it very accessible so I spent a lazy 3 days roaming around, relaxing, reading, eating & listening to live music. The food here seems especially delicious so given its size, I think perhaps better food per capita than Havana bc while I found great success in Havana w a couple spots, I also had some pretty average meals. No average meals in Cienfuegos.
While enjoying a lunch, I thought about the bus ride here. Very few people got off the Trinidad-bound bus to first visit Cienfuegos. Trinidad, after Havana of course & Varadero for the beach, is probably the trendiest place to visit in Cuba if people can fit in it their schedules & aren’t afraid of buses or wish to splurge on private cars. But boy are they missing a gem in Cienfuegos. Once again, I feel very blessed to be able to take this time & an entire month to visit Cuba as I am thrilled to have discovered this beautiful city.
































