Havana
Travel Blogs from Havana, Cuba
Slipping into the tempo
I start out Sunday in what I hope will be the routine of the day: up at 6:00, swing open the small door above our metal patio doors, and let the cool approaching day flow away the stale, air-conned atmosphere of our dim room. It´s still dark out. The ...
Parental Leaving
... is willing to pay me to take Parental Leave, I ask "When are we leaving and where to?" Cuba seems a perfect destination for travel with kids: no rampant tropical diseases, a great health system, a reputation ...
Adrift
... a young driver who blasts Ebe Manuel out the jacked sound system as we jockey through the dirty, sun-blackened streets of central Havana. Conversation is easy. He honks at a pretty girl -- honks a bunch, actually -- and she gives him a delightfully saucy ...
Recouping
... particular (B&B, literally 'private house') has been a great kindness, affording fresh air (as fresh as it gets in Havana), natural light and a vast swath of concrete for chalk drawings. The chalk and antibiotics are both things we brought down ...
Complications
... subsides and sleeps, but it's an eon before we do. Julie is crying a lot, so concerned for "my little girl, my own." And me? Cuba was my idea. My campaign. I think maybe it's time to end this trip. I promise to call the airline in the morning and find ...
Lost photographs
For every memorable photo that captures something of Cuba, there are so many missed. Sometimes we want a camera-free day -- to ensure we're seeing where we are with both eyes. Sometimes a camera just seems too personal. Or impersonal. Below are moments ...
Rebel with a Cause
... make it to Pan.com for lunch. Julie has been keen to sample the shakes and burgers here since reading the Lonely Planet description "Cuba's answer to Subway." I suspect one of the foods she's craving this far into the trip is a pizza sub. We're in the ...
Hemingway's Cuba
... walls -- they don't mention this more recent history on any of the bilingual signage. From the walls of the fortress, old Havana glistens across the narrow channel that links the harbour with the Straits of Florida. Beyond it, the more derelict parts ...
Full Friday, afternoon
... call out familiarly) and make tracks to the Gran Teatro de la Habana. In a city of landmarks, the grand theatre of Havana stands out, though it's better to gawk at its exterior statues and baroque detailing from across the street. Up close, the ...
Havana time
... than a relaxed 20 km/hr, they tend to honk warnings as they approach pedestrian-clogged intersections. Public transport in Havana, besides the above, includes mammoth 300-passenger, double-humped buses pulled by trucks (camellos). Then there are the ...
Fish barms and Fish stings
... been searching out bags for anything that would constitute a good gift for them even Sindy that we bought in Chile and has travelled thousands of kilometres with us has found a new home! From the Salt Flats to Havana - what a well travelled doll. ...
Lets go Party in a Cuban Mansion
... to rain which prompted us to head back into town...... and ......... have a few drinks (we are now firmly calling it "when in Cuba") and a bit more sightseeing. We found a tourist bar with a quite a few locals in there and for about 80p for half a litre ...
Vedado
... my parents (the only option available), only to discover they don't allow children there. We leave for Vinales tomorrow, returning to Havana next Saturday, hopefully en route to Varadero. The woman promises to somehow get us a room, at the best price she ...
Tour guides in Havana
... of a contrast with its buffed, stained-glassed neighbours. I discover later that we've almost replicated the walking tour of old Havana in the guidebook, but with our necks craned up at the facades and capitals we've managed to miss all the interesting ...
Night in Havana
I dream of Cuban winds. Warm gusts carry me of a sudden, lift me over failing balconies. At night outside our apartment, the traffic sweeps past the Hotel Nacional in a rush like wind. I cannot discern whether old cars or new nor'easterlies move ...
Full Friday, morning
... such a loser for a son-in-law. Everyone is in good spirits today, thankfully. We're picking up the walking tour of Old Havana from where we left off yesterday. Mom missed a terrific guided tour of the museum of the city (Museo de la Ciudad) and ...
Winding down
... drinking rum with university students who are diving off the rocks, chatting with patient fishermen who catch nothing. The ocean at Havana is a fickle and transient thing, conspiring with the sky above to create any number of vistas over the course of ...
For the record
... a record store just seems to be cheating in some way. I get his card and confirm his hours before setting off through central Havana towards the hotel. The streets here are a bit rougher than even Consulado, our first address in Havana, and there is ...
Departure
I can't imagine a day more exactly split between pleasure and discomfort. Everything before mid-day is a joy. We luxuriate through a final Cuban breakfast of fresh fruit and coffee at our semi-outdoor dining room, followed by a farewell tour to our ...
Final Day
Tuesday is our best day in Havana. We're out early and back for a siesta before the early afternoon heat. Cuba's a great country for kids, with its languid tempo. Our destination this morning is the Capitolio Nacional, a vast domed structure many times ...
Vedado
... stop. We try giving her a mouthful of water. Nothing stays down. This continues for hours. Poor Rosemary spends her first day in Cuba a hostage in her own hotel room. In the end, the hotel doctor gives Lucy an injection of some Gravol-like substance and ...
The magnificent and the crumbling...
... , Verdado, the bizarre, star shaped monument overlooking the carpark that is the Plaza de la Revolucion. But Cuba, to me, and especially Havana as its cultural and politial centre - more than most places I've travelled, covers itself with layer ...
Boozing in Brothels with Burmese Billionaires
... ourselves a very early night without drinking (that sometimes means trouble!), our contact took us on a guided tour of Old Havana (the touristy bit) taking in the Hemmingway bar and hotel among lots of other sites, Revolution Square etc, perhaps even ...
Socialist Cuba on a communist budget
... and glanced at my ticket and passport while asking me where I was headed. Donning a silly grin I responded "Havana?" half stating and half questioning. "Cuba?" she asked, looking me suspiciously in my nervous eyes. "Sí," I sweated. I figured she ...
Finally, a moment of calm
... on this trip -- no early morning flights, no plans to do anything other than slow, easy drifts about the island of Cuba. But Lucy's odd, unidentified illness, which has seen her temperature spike to 40 degrees Celsius since arriving here yesterday, has ...
The long day
... look at the Che mural on the exterior of the Ministry of the Interior building. There are a lot more intersting places in Havana. I certainly have no interest taking the elevator for a view of it all from 150m up the Memorial Jose Marti. The ...
Socialist Cuba on a communist budget part 2
... my money and passport for any reason I would be shit out of luck. The US has no embassy in Cuba to replace passports and the US Interests Section in Havana wouldn't have much sympathy for a man who snuck into Cuba illegally. They would probably send me ...
Running into people all over the world.
... my eyes so I had to ask Ross, and indeed it was her! Pretty funny to run into people you know at the airport in Havana! It was a long travel day back to Kingston, but we have a fantastic week to look forward to, since we're getting married on ...
The Cuban Timewarp
... does not come to mind... I was expecting to enter the "time warp" I've been hearing about upon stepping off the plane in Cuba, but the airport in Havana is not worse than some of the places we've been to on our trip and it did not really seem like an ...
Cuba
... I’ve ever seen and 3 huge elevators. Des and I dropped our bags in our spacious room and went straight out to see Havana City. A cocotaxi, just a bit bigger than a coconut, took us for an hour tour around old Havana and new, and we ended up with ...

