Sunday, 15 November 2015

Part 2 ...Cuba road trip continues... hiking into revolutionary history.....what's really in Fidel's fridge....anyone up for an 800 km taxi ride...as Alice (aka the Konars' never had it so hard, trying to get out of Wonderland (Cuba)... Bob Dylan sang it best....The Times, they are a Changin' - especially here in Cuba...a gecko in the toilet is better than a remora in the pants!

Part 2... At times, Cuba chews you up, then, quickly spits you out all over the road .....amidst the horse poop, bicycle taxis, horse and buggies, diesel fumes, endless lineups, no WiFi... But, just when you're finally about  ready to quit on this place....the country and people grab you by its grand corazon (heart) and squeezes you tightly in its warm embrace.....

 ...roads less travelled continue...

After leaving the fairy tale version of Cuba that are the Cayos, we taxi back for one last night in Morón...

Our favorite casa in Morón is full, so they find us another place across the street to sleep, but only after they've fed us another great meal.

Next morning, we grab a cab for the ride to Ceigo de Avila to catch a bus east to the town of Las Tunas

We are travelling through parts of Cuba that we missed on our 2 month journey last April/May 2014 (see blog archived).  We've returned to Cuba, in part to find some decent weather, and see new places, but also to revisit some friends made on the last trip.

Las Tunas is one of those little sleepy towns built around a town square, with a pedestrian plaza for shopping. People are friendly.


 Downtown core is very nice.  We wander, find a lively street bar overlooking the busy park, sit in on some folk, Cuban rap music played in a little outdoor venue and check WiFi again! Any messages?


One of the changes since last being here about 18 months ago is the access to technology/internet/WiFi.

Last year, most internet was only available in 'gov't controlled internet cafes'. Access cost $6 CUC,/hr, was slow and slow to get on a computer.

This year, access costs $2CUC/hr and speed has improved (here and there). However, the huge step forward (some would argue.... a huge step backwards) is access to WiFi. Costs $2 CUC/hr now, and people are able to use their own phones, tablets, computers freely....and, boy are they!

 Parks/plazas at night are filled with people bathed in the soft glow stick light of tech screens. Families talk on Cuban style Skype, people Facebook, friends and lovers connect. No closing this door (Pandora's box?) now on the Cuban people.

Again, one can argue about the decline in Cuban family time and loss of good-old fashion talking!....but......why shouldn't Cubans be allowed the same pleasure that most people in the rest of the world are so addicted to now.....it wouldn't surprise us to see Cuba fully wired with fast, high speed internet before Canada is fully done!

After 2 lazy days in Las Tunas, where surprise, surprise we come across a post office, buy some post cards and mail them off......we pack up our 7 kg packs...and...


.....we next head to quaint Bayamo (or return) to try and once again hike into Fidel' s mountain hideaway where he, his brother, and Ché along with a ragtag group of women/men hid from Batista's army while gathering steam that created the revolution that changed the face of Cuba.



Last year, we headed out from Bayamo to climb to the Comandancia de la Plata only to be turned back by heavy rains that closed road access and the 4 hr hike into Fidel's base camp.

....so, head out from Bayamo and share the taxi with another couple to the tiny village of Santo Domingo, located at the base of the rugged, lush mountains of the Sierra Maestres where a group of underfunded, undersupplied dreamers decided to change the status quo of the times.



We hire a guide/jeep and drive up a 45 degree road for several kms, then get out and start the walk at the trail head!






We soon realize why the trails are closed when the heavy rains come.  The wet, goopy mud that covers most of the 4 hr hike in and out sticks onto our shoes, covers the rocks and mixes with the horse shit that lies along the narrow, rock-filled creek beds that form portions of the mountain pathway.



We are deep into thick, leafy vegetation still steamy from an early morning shower. The jungle-like terrain makes it difficult to look around, while the slippery ground makes one wrong footstep a disaster.

Sweaty, hot and dirty....we have achieved a 3 star standard for this journey.

Of course, Shayne slips on a slimy, muddy section of a fallen tree and takes a tumble, almost disappearing down the hillside into the leafy, thick undergrowth.

Apart from a few scrapes, wounded pride, a muddy ass and clay filled shoes, Shayne is good to go up and down stairs and through more mud.


We trudge on and understand why this hideaway was a perfect location to avoid Batista's soldiers.


We visit various sites/buildings of the original camp. Even stop and take a look at Fidel' s own little wooden house, complete with bed (still has the original mattress from 50 plus yrs ago - or so they say - wonder what the bed bugs say in this damp, humid clime?) and fridge ..not for storing a good, cold Cuban beer, but medicine needed during that time.





And, Fidel's own baño!

The visit, much like a walk through old ruins or pyramids, doesn't seem to show a lot, but it's a chance to get up close and personal with a bit of fascinating history.

                                                 A guard post.

The kitchen

A lone gravesite of a lost Revolutionary member.

What a view from this modern day farmers co-operative.

It seems, that privilege has its rewards.  This helicopter landing site was built for Fidel's use about 20 years ago

Never mind the politics, left or right.....it was worth the mud and scrapes!

We return to Bayamo with a final look into the valley below... Our guide satisfied with another successful day in the Sierra Maestra.




We spend another night at Casa Vivian's...listening to the neighborhood noises... pigs oinking, dogs barking, cats mewing, roosters crowing, music and the pigeon-whisperer calling his flock back to the roost....2 blasts of the whistle, then a Ha-ha, Ha -ha. And repeat! Sounds of the city!

Shayne finds time for a little face trim in a local barberio! It was a good shave and trim! They were happy to oblige him but really only wanted to tackle his head!!  No way!!!!!



We are nearing the end of Cuba, as we head to Holguin. It was the town we started in, on our  2 month journey in Cuba last year!

We revisit the casa family that really did kick off our travels in 2014 to such a good start! They were wonderful to us.

The Villa La Roca of Daniel/Marcia's and Danielle was like a family home to us.




We arrive at the Holguin bus station to cries of "Chaine..Ebon"... Seems our taxi driver shouted our names out too soon, so all the street hustlers started calling our names out...hoping we'd go with them to another casa.

We ignore them and grab our driver and head to Daniel/Marcia's casa. We are greeted with hugs, kisses and no room. Seems success is keeping their 4-room casa pretty full these days.

And, with our random travel schedule we couldn't really tell them for sure, until the night before. As is the case, they've found another casa, just around the corner.

So, Yvonne and Daniel roar off..literally, on his motorcycle, while I'm left holding the bags and follow them.


The other casa is a gem...quiet, away from the street noise and the family are so nice! (Will write another post, just on the Cuban casas ASAP)!




Seems Daniel is doing quite well and very busy....American tourists are coming, some in groups, others are travelling Cuba to see something that may change soon....

In addition to the busy Villa La Roca, Daniel is busy building a Villa La Roca 2.

This new casa is just blocks from the Centro, located on a quiet dead end street.  It was built in the 1940's, one floor, but he has plans for another 2!



Daniel takes us there and with great pride gives us a tour of the construction zone. It will be a beautiful, finished casa. Workmanship is fantastic!


The living room

The kitchen

The back yard


Eventually, after the 2nd floor goes on, the family will move in and rent the ground floor to tourists. Completion date in 2016...we look forward to staying in it when we return again.

Holguin was planned to be the end of of our Cuba journey. We thought we'd just book a flight from Holguin to Havana, then fly out to Mexico.

We spend 3 hrs waiting outside the offices of Cuban Air just to see an agent. Finally inside, we find the daily flights are booked solid for the next 10 days.

What the $%&@? Onto Plan B....we briefly consider a 15 hr bus ride to Havana! Briefly, we say!

 Plan C comes along....there's a flight from Varadero to Mexico...hmmm! Does mean a shorter bus ride and chance to revisit wonderful Casa Lustre!

We talk with Daniel and he suggests hiring a private taxi...quicker, but more expensive than the bus, but cheaper than flying across Cuba!

After, booking a Varadero to Mexico City flight, we hire the taxi and away we go .....a nearly 800km taxi ride that takes approx 9hrs, across only 1 time zone...

We stop a few times for food, bathroom and gas. The gas station happens to be down an alley and in someone's yard as this is much cheaper than using the conventional gas station. We quickly back in and a tarp is unfurled over the taxi. We are asked to stay inside while the gas jockeys go to work. The set up lacks a bit of professionalism and a lot of safety. Chickens, pigs and dogs wander around the car...However, as usual, it all works and we are soon off.






 We zoom across the Cuban landscape in the deepening shadows of the late afternoon sun, as the warm light plays on the surrounding countryside.



We arrive in Varadero to the setting sun bidding Adios to our last full day in Cuba!. We had Daniel phone Lidia (of Casa  Lustre) to book us a room. We gave false names, Barney/Wilma (old TV cartoon -The Flintstones), as we wanted to surprise Lidia, her mother and daughter!

Oh boy! Was she surprised and so happy to see us again. We had left some gifts behind several weeks earlier, hidden in the casa, and she wasn't happy about it. She gave us a finger- wag and laughed....asked us, what we were doing back here?

When told about no flights available, and faced with the choice of a long bus ride or taxi, or flying either Varadero or Havana..she laughed..Si...Cuba!

 We wanted to be back here, and the welcome was much like family returning home for the holidays! Our Cuban mama! So, great!!



Lidia tells us that's there's a problem in our casa. Seems a gecko has made its way into our toilet and won't leave. Goes out with a flush, but swims back through the pipe and into the bowl. It's pretty big.

She warns us to be careful, especially in the dark and sitting down....all ends well, as Yvonne wraps the poor lizard up in a bag with a quick hand! Happy gecko back in garden! They are just thrilled as they spent 4 hours trying many methods of capturing the 20 cm long critter!!



Adios from Varadero... We are about to board our flight and continue on....

Adios Cuba...see everyone on the other side!

Shayne y Yvonne

PS....this updates the road trip so far..pics/prints! Enjoy!


                                             Random shots...






Hasta Pronto!!!



Friday, 6 November 2015

Havana road... You can return....Mi casa es tu casa...seriously, life is fun...Hemingway knew where to sail in Cuba....

Part one......flew out of Cancun into Havana on Interjet...ran head long into a sticky situation when we bought the one way tix for abt $150 Can. Seems Interjet requires a return tix before allowing us to board..so....mad scrambling to find an airline with decent cancellation policy (aka no penalty).

Found Westjet has a 24hr window to cancel...so bought a return tix from Cuba to Canada, and Interjet was happy and issued a boarding pass...went to cancel Westjet tix, but crappy Cancun WiFi wouldn't let us...si, headed to Cuba hoping to find internet that worked within 24 hrs...found one with 30 minutes to spare the next day!

Interjet flight spacious, clean, on time, plus they serve free booze! Can't beat that!

Landed at Havana airport without Cuban $$...line up to cambio was going to be at least that..found a cab, asked him to take us to a banco on our way to Playa del Este...outside Havana. Solved the line up and the wait! Plus, the cabbie got paid.

Playa Del Este is the Cuban beach strip, polar opposite to Varadero...slightly (OK, a lot) disheveled beach strip and town... No fancy resorts here..plenty of Cubans, few tourists, lots of casas...just the way we like it!



Our booked casa, was, well booked! So, ended up in another place! Wow! Like a Roman villa..20 M pool, tiled totally, antiques, statues, waterfalls...bit over priced at $50 cuc....spent 2 nights there! What it made up in size, it had lost a lot of heart.


Moved on to Varadero to spend time at one of our favorite casa families...Casa Lustre...just a wonderful, warm 3 generational family that runs this place 3 blocks off the beach for $30 night.




We've returned to Cuba again (after spending April/May, 2014 here - read our archived blogs from that trip?)...to see a few new places, but to visit some wonderful casas and Cuban families.

We must leave Lidia and family in Varadero after several days of talk, laughter and too much food. So much warmth, just like visiting with family and friends in Canada!

Grab an early morning Viazul to Santa Clara ..adopted home to Ché...great little town...with monuments to Ché (including his mausoleum) and the Great Train Derailment! A turning point for Fidel, Ché and even the women of the revolution! Yes, key women are honoured here!




The actual bulldozer that was used to derail the train carrying Batista's troops.

Read closely

                           Artifacts inside one of the train cars...



Saw a wonderful music performance in the grand old teatro.


Again, pushed on to our next stop ...Ciego de Avila...while waiting for the Viazul, we find out it is late arriving!

Several Cubans hear this and point out another bus to Ciego...take us to it. After talking with the driver, we are on!

Thinking we scored an empty ride, as it has only 2 drivers and the girlfriend, we sit back to enjoy the scenery. However, several blocks later, the bus stops for a number of locals. Ah, a Cuba bus! Soon, it' s filled!

As usual, we seem to be 2 BC salmon in the wrong ocean!  Bus ride is great, clean, good music, safe and arrives on time! OK...driver did have to stop several times to whack the back end with a big metal bar and off we went!

Arrived in Ciego, hopped in a taxi to Moron! Our driver, a retired agriculture professor at the Moron University. His English was pretty good, so the 30 min ride to Moron zipped by passing fields and fields of sugarcane growing in red soil.


Arrived in Moron to our Hostel Alicia. What a find in this grand, old colonial town. Hosts Katya y Geraldo are fantastic. Warm, generous, so helpful. The casa is beautiful...2 rooms for rent....1st class dinners and superb drinks...we'd come back to Cuba, just to see them!



                                            Soup and appies...




Moron is a worn out, sleepy town that must have been a grand old dame during the heady days of Cuba' s sugar cane industry. Few, to no tourists stop, or stay here...most roar through to the All-Incs on the Cayo to the north!


The 1923 train station still in use with all the original worn benches, windows, wickets and birds flying inside.

               Typical phone booths used everywhere in Cuba.
We head to the local Casa de La Trova....the local drinking and dance place. We arrive, and are the only non-Cubanos!  After several minutes, we are up dancing.

The locals appreciate our efforts, but soon step in to give us some lessons! (Hey, we are dance champions from Guadalajara. Ha-ha).  What a great night. Next day, the bouncer/doorman waves at us on the street.

We decide to see the Cayo...easiest way is to book a night or 2 at one of the resorts... told, we can just walk in to one and check in, well, we get a driver and go out....true typical way we travel  now...however, seems you DO need a reservation before heading out on the 29 kms long causway to the cayos.

             Welcome to Jardines del Rey - Garden of the King.
Our driver pulls along side a little booth and we go inside. At the desk is an old man, a booking agent...who speaks little English...but, he does speak German!!!

God, I love the fact that Yvonne is fluent in German! We use it everywhere, even kms offshore in Cuba

Anyway....we buy a night or 2 at an all-inc on the Cayo Guillermo. Great beaches, some sun time, back to crappy food and a lot of boring tourists!





Adios for now, mi amigos! Stay tuned for part 2 as we journey east through Cuba!

Shayne y Yvonne

PS. Check our earlier post last week from Puerto Morelos.. Have updated it with photos now! Graçias!


                                         Some random shots...











                                                      Adios!


Tuesday, 27 October 2015

Baby...the rain must fall..and how! Monsoon season ending with a bang....See...that's a lot of seaweed on them there beaches...studying a little Spanish is good for the soul and corozon..welcome to Puerto Morelos, Mexico

Hola from Puerto Morelos, Mexico.....

Arrived to a monsoon of a rainstorm on the first day and into the night.....wind, rain, thunder....not the postcard view of this part of the world....

Onto our hotel..only to find out the Ojo de Aqua has been closed due to nonpayment of taxes, or something else__  We are taken down the block to another section, where we are given the keys to a massive beachfront 2 bdrm, 2 bathroom apartment, for $45 Can-night. Sweet deal. We stay for our time in Puerto Morelos.so



PM is a sleepy, little beach town, wedged in along the coast between Cancun and Playa del Carmen. Little development has occurred here. Things are laid back, locals friendly and food choices varied....nice alternative to the other places. Easy bus ride from the airport for 90 pesos. And, then a quick 5 peso collectivo to town centro.


We took a language school for the week with PMLanguage School. Had a great teacher, Marilu. Learned some new words, improved our confidence and a good way to kick start our travels.


The coastline along this area has been hit with huge amounts of seaweed or sargussum. It just washes ashore and piles up on the beach and in the shallows.  Makes for an unsenic view of things. However, it does play an important role in the healthy eco system of the coastline.  But, this year it has been extreme.

With the rains, monsoon, floods, and the massive Pacific hurricane that hit around Puerto Vallarhta, we are considering our travel options south. Looking for somewhere else, until the regions around Belize-Guatemala have settled down in the next few weeks.  This lighthouse is still standing on the shores as a reminder of previous hurricanes


Adios for now, Shayne and Yvonne...PS pics on the trip will come along later, internet problems!

Thursday, 15 October 2015

PS....we are on the road again ....very shortly!

Welcome back....we be rested up (sounds kind of piratey!! Ha-ha).....yard work is done, the thermometer has dipped below the 0 C/32 F mark several times.




It's a signal from the 'travel gods'.....time to hit the road, explore some warmer locations, see what unfolds....






Come join us again....(if you don't want to hear from us, let us know/if you have a preferred/different email, let us know)...

May the Magical Mystery Tour begin....
Shayne & Yvonne

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