Travels in Cuba - Cigars, Salsa and Hemingway

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Travels in Cuba - Cigars, Salsa and Hemingway

Streets of Santiago

Santiago is the carnival capital of Cuba and we timed our visit to coincide with the annual Festival in the city that runs during the last week of July with the biggest celebrations on the 26^th of July, one of Cuba's most important feast days. Full roasted pigs are sliced and sold in sandwiches on the market stalls. Music and singing flow from the open doorways and the dancing is wild and flamboyant. The Cubans know how to party.

The city was packed due to the Festival and to get accommodation in the centre of the Parte Vieja you would need to book well in advance. We stayed out in the suburbs, actually in one of the wealthier parts, which was a definite change from our other locations. We stayed near the Zona Especial. It's called a special zone because Castro and other Government officials have houses there. It's very colonial looking and full of Palm trees, Santiago's answer to Beverly Hills, however all the houses are in need of a fresh coat of paint.

We met a very nice couple, Pepe and Claudia, through our landlady and ate in their house every night. The food was delicious and he was eager to talk about the realities of Cuban life. He explained that although trained as an engineer, he makes more money from his job making and selling shark teeth necklaces and coral jewellery to the tourists in the Gran Parque Natural Bacanoa, than when he worked as an engineer. His father was Spanish so he has both Cuban and Spanish nationality. This allows him to travel outside Cuba a privilege not many, even his wife, are granted. At the time he was trying to get papers together to allow his wife and daughter travel out of the country with him, but it's difficult. Pepe's house was bought by his father in 1930 when he arrived from Spain, he now lives there with his wife, daughter, son-in-law and granddaughter. He owns the house but cannot sell it. If he wants to move he would have to get permission from the Government who will probably want to take his house as it is in this special zone and give him a house somewhere else.

Santiago for me wasn't as picturesque as Trinidad nor as cosmopolitan as Havana but it has it's own delights, especially during carnival. The carnival parades are elaborate and colourful, filling the streets with the passion of the city. Cuba at any time of the year is full of music but to be there during "Carnavale" magnifies the experience twenty fold. The centre of the city is lovely and contains the oldest building in Cuba, Diego Velásquez's house built in 1512. There's an interesting museum - Museo Emilio Bacardí Moreau containing artefacts from the Revolutions and a lovely art collection upstairs. The musical epicentre of the town, the Casa de la Trova, is also worth a visit although sometimes they use it to give a chance to lesser-known singers during the day and they are often not of the highest calibre.

View from El Morro Fortress

Outside the city is the famous El Morro fortress. Used to protect Cuba from the invading Spanish in 1898 and also as a prison during Castro's early years it's very impressive and the views from it of the coastline are spectacular. The church of the Virgin de la Caridad, the patron saint of Cuba, is worth visiting to see the adoration the Cubans have for her. The church was packed with floral offerings and mementoes. The final resting-place of Jose Martí in Cementario Santa Ifigneia is also worth a visit.

On our journey around Santiago to see the many sights we came back into the city through the back streets. The poverty here is tangible. The houses were more dilapidated than any we had seen and there were queues outside the government stores with people trying to get food. Anywhere else this would be the area that tourists would avoid yet we drove through in our air-conditioned Mercedes taxi unhindered.

Street in Baracoa

On the Eastern tip of Cuba is Baracoa. It's probably the most typically Caribbean place on the Island. The journey to it is breathtaking and not just for the scenery, the road is literally cut into the mountain and sometimes it's actually scary looking out of the windows. We drove there in the morning and there was early dew on the grass. The vegetation is lush and green, full of palm and coconut trees and banana plants.

In Baracoa we saw a traditional celebration of a fifteen-year old girl's birthday. It's as big as a wedding. Balloon-covered cars drive along beeping horns and stop to take photos of the lucky girl in front of the village monuments.



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