Since i can remember, i don’t know why, it has always been a dream going to Cuba. Discovering this different world, this communist world, this little island that has such a large history with one of the most famous symbols of modern time: Che Guevara.
I have always seen me as some kind of rebel. A rebellious mind in the place and time I was born and grew up. Since school i had been trying to be different, trying to look different and go my own way. Now I know that i was not trying, my very inside made me act and be like that, because my very nature is like that.
The decision of visiting this place called Cuba came very spontaneous while i was visiting Mexico for a longer period, and when I realized that my days in central america where counted I simply thought to take a plane to Havana , which is only 40 min away from Cancun, where I was situated.
Arrived in Havanna Airport, the first thing I did is walking out of the front door and observing, observing the street, the houses and the cars. What is it all about that everybody had told me of?
Is it really that different everything we see daily in our “world”?
In fact it is!
From the first moment you realize u are traveling to a rather poor and “undeveloped” country.
The houses are falling apart, the streets and walls are losing their colors and haven’t been renewed since a long time, and there is old cars everywhere. Beautiful old cars.
Why are there so many of there incredible old cars , that used to cost a fortune..?
I’ll get back to this in my following posts.
Once I arrived at my CASA Particular on Havana Vieja (the old town), which is a private house of cubans in which they rent out rooms for tourists, I ask where I could go to, to see something before the sun would go down.
EL MALECON is what they told me. A kilometer long drive, with a lot of history. The large strip along the coast starts at one part of the city and goes until the port of Havana.
A nice endless wall facing the open atlantic ocean attracts a lot of Cubans to sit, talk and for sure dream of what lays behind that horizon…A country of a better or richer life? In fact Miami is just 180 km away from there…
After talking to some people, and catching up with the cuban vibe i walked along the streets of havana Vieja to get a taste of the nightlife. I ended up in a very famous Cocktail Bar called La FLORIDITA. A place where the famous american writer Ernest Hemingway used to hang out and get enjoy his drinks. A very interesting and fascinating bar, with all his old but incredibly well reserved forniture and style from the time before the Revolution. I drank a few REBELDE Cocktails there and started absorbing the cuban flair, before heading to bed to be fresh and energetic for the next day.
Good night Habana.