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Columbia – Bogata

Arrived in Bogata to cold and drizzly skies, a bit of a shock from having been on the beach in Havana the day before. Bogata is yet another example of Spanish Colonialism. The wealth that passed through here on it’s way back to Spain was phenomenal. Bogata, established by the Spaniards in 1538, is a large sprawling city reaching far up and down a 2500m plateau between the Andes mountains where it is perched.
Not a particularly friendly city in many respects, Bogata takes a while to adjust to. After the gregarious energy of Havana it seemed dull and gray in comparison. But like all big cities, people have a public face and a private face, and while wearing their private face they can be warm, caring and helpful, as we came to experience. It is also a city where you need to dig a little deeper to find the gems and as it turns out it is full of treasures, lots of them housed in the museums, including the National Museum and the Gold Museum. The main square, Plaza Bolivar is the most historic location in the city where you find the Neo Classical Cathedra, (1538-1823) on the site of an older church where the first mass in the Americas was given in 1538. The modern government buildings look across the Plaza at the neoclassical Capitoal, home of the Columbian Congress. Just off the square is the Casa de Narino, the Presidente’s palace modeled after Versaille. Heavily guarded, the current President lives in the palace and like Buckingham there is even a changing of the guard.
On our walk from our apartment to Plaza Bolivar we were overtaken by a “parade” of protestors, carrying signs and using anything available to make noise. Later we saw them in the Plaza where the protest terminated. Their signs told us they were protesting their government’s lack of advances around recycling. All this in the shadow of the great Libertador himself. The statue of Bolivar, damaged by pigeon poop but wrapped in protective coating while he is restored, sits mid square where people buy and disperse food for the flocks of pigeons that make the plaza home.
We stayed in a lively area in terms of cafes and coffee shops where we met some of the nicest and welcoming people. Our neighborhood, within walking distance of the Historic Centro, was mainly residential with lots of shopping close by. Our loft apartment, like most places in Colombia, has 24 hour guards for secutiry. A good thing in Bogota. The advice given to us several times over by locals was to take taxis at night and not to go out alone.

There are pretty parks and green spaces in the urban landscape of Bogata and in spite of the chilly rainy weather there were signs of spring. Although we weren’t in Bogata long enough to explore all that it has to offer, we got a good sense of the people, the place and the history. Visiting the National Museum was particularly interesting to learn about the Indigenous people, the conquering spainairds and the famous heros, artists and political futures that punctuate the sometimes violent and tumultuous history of Coloumbia.

Tom learned that the Columbian 5000 peso can be folded to make a heart or a vase, a skill he will no doubt find useful in the future.

 

 

 

 

Cuba – La Havana – Some standing, some fallen….

Some standing, some fallen…
the buildings that is. A melting pot of military forts and castles, spanish/moorish achitecture, baroque and neoclassic styles mixing with modern architecture give Havana the look of an undecided bride who took too long to make up her mind on the dress only to discover that the wedding was off.

To describe the look of the streets in Havana is to hint at the complicated contradictory nature of Cuba. In one section, mainly Havana Viejo, you will find complete city blocks, squares, hotels, restaurants and residences that have been painstakingly restored. Turn a corner and you will encounter a mix of commercial and residential properties, most of which have been divided and subdivided into human rabbit warrens. Floors have been added between floors, ad hoc walls have been erected as needs dictated, stairs without rails have been extended from walls, windows have been sealed, doors have been boarded and sometimes all that is left is the external structure of brick and mortar with only a shadow of a reminder of the plaster that once graced the facades. People come and go and life is lived in plain view. Doors to homes are often ajar, families can be seen going about their daily activities, children play in the streets, taxis, pedicabs and pedestrians share the pot holed roads and the uneven broken down sidewalks are a hazard to all who walk on them.

To say that the revolution has granted equality to everyone is misguided at best. In fact the only change seems to have been that the socio-economic pyramid has simply been turned upside down. Instead of educated people in their chosen professions like doctors, nurses, lawyers etc earning a higher wage they earn very little. It is not unusual for a family of six or seven, multiple generations, with many university degrees among them, to be living in a small one bedroom apartment outside the centre of Havana. Although education and medical care are free, the cost of daily living and the ability to own your own home or to buy a car is impossible for most professional cubans. On the other hand, those who have close proximity to tourist dollars like owners of casa particulares, make considerably more a day. These are the people who can afford to get a passport and government permission to travel abroad, while most Cubans will tell you that you have seen more of Cuba than they ever have. The average salary for a cuban teacher is 20 CUC a day which for a young teacher means living with parents, putting off having a family and hoping that things will change. One teacher I spoke with said she doesn’t care about owning a car or any other luxury item, but would just like to be able to afford a place of her own and a chance to start a family. She is in her mid thirties! Still Cubans are proud people and they do not want you to feel sorry for them, they have survived very well and have a greater zest for life than a lot of people in bette circumstances.

Cuba: La Havana

Changes…
At this time last year I was in Havana for five days, long enough to know that I had to return. Things have changed in a year. The regulations that govern commerce have been relaxed even further and a vast number of small businesses have sprouted up, there is evidence of more to buy and more to buy it with. Generally spirited and happy in spite of political conditions, Cubans seem even more upbeat that a year ago and there is a feeling of expectancy in the air following the recent concessions made by the Americas vis a vis the embargo against Cuba. There are more new cars on the roads, people are wearing more up to date fashions, although Cubans were always well put together and proud of their look. Interestingly enough the embargo has not stopped a flow of money and goods from the US to Cuba, particularly throw expat Cubanos now living in the states. A taxi driver told Tom that most of the parts for the old cars come indirectly from Vancouver in Washington State and Portland Oregon
In spite of the continuation of the Cuban revolution as a socialist ideal there are clearly those who have and those who have not. The dividing lines seem to follow the same general rules as in other parts of the world; color, rural/urban, family connections and education. For several years the government has allowed Cubans to run what are basically bed and breakfasts where foreigners stay with the benefit of getting to know a Cuban family, a much better option that staying in one of the large and sometimes unfriendly government run hotels. I understand that at one time it was illegal for a Cuban to have a foreigner visit their home. This year the number of Casa Particulares (B&B’s) seems to have doubled and anyone who is government licensed to have a Casa is making well beyond the average salary. Clearly tourism is have a great impact on the fortunes of many Cubans and those that work in tourism share the top spot for wages with taxi drivers. With an almost 100% literacy rate Cuba has one of the most highly educated populations but professionals in education and healthcare etc. are very poorly paid as a result of socialist principles.

The tourist dollar is legendary in Cuba and where ever you go someone is trying to get if from your pocket to theirs. Generally in a warm, friendly and even sentimental manner the Cubans are very resourceful in their pitches to relieve you of your CUC’s as the tourist money is known. The Cuban government will only allow foreigners to access CUC’s from ATM’s set on par with the US dollar. Many restaurants, shops etc. provide two prices one in CUC’s and one in Cuban Pesos which is worth about 25 pesos to the US dollar. It can be confusing and many people think it is illegal for foreigners to have pesos but this is not the case and having them can be very helpful. You can change your CUC at any bank for Pesos and use them for buses, shopping in markets etc..

Cuba: Trinidad – A Weekend Away

Another Unesco World Heritage Site, Trinidad is about four hours south east of Havanna. Yoanis from our Casa Particular in Havana booked us rooms and it turned out they were in separate houses but close enough to go back and forth. The town itself is rustic, colonial and friendly. Red tiled roofs and brightly colored buildings with plenty of small tiendas selling artsy/crafty souvenirs. For us the highlights of this weekend getaway were meeting our host families, getting to a beach and seeing the countryside surrounding Trinidad.
My host was an eighty seven year old whose wife died a few years ago and he now has a younger male relative and his four year old daughter living with him. His typically unrevealing street door masks a large and comfortable home with multiple bedrooms and a central courtyard with a garden. He was born in the house, has lived there all his life and keeping him company all the while are colonial furnishings and beautifully tiled floors. A very hospitable man, he spoke English that he taught himself from a book called Nine Hundred English Words.
Tom and Ray stayed in a casa owned by Marea and Alexander who took great care of us and made our arrangements for seeing the sites. Their living quarters were up a narrow, steep set of stairs and the kitchen was a mix of indoors and outdoors and above was a rooftop patio with great views of the city. Marea cooked us a delicious lobster dinner which sadly Ray wasn’t able to enjoy, having succumbed to Cubas version of Montezumas revenge. Marea took great care of him while Tom I went by horse and cart into the hillsides. Our driver took us to a national park, complete with entrance fee and then on to see a waterfall which was dry and swimming holes that had no circulation as a result. Had there been rain in the last four months we would have seen a beautiful cascade, falling into natural ponds in an idyllic jungle setting. Accessible only on foot it gave us a chance to get out if the cart and stretch our legs.
Our lunch stop was in a farmers yard, where surrounded by chickens, cats, horses, dogs, roosters, pigs and goats the owners set up a kitchen and were selling meals. Whether it was the jostling of the cart or the live reminders of what was on the barbeque we declined all offers excepting bottled water. In the middle of the fray sat a toothless old man strumming on a cracked and old guitar, making a much better subject for a photo than he did music. A group of swaggering european men arrived on horseback, cowboy hats, cuban cigars, rum on hand and nearly as big as their ponies. Comically, once they had all seated themselves one managed to topple over backwards, a great expanse of arms and legs flailing until he came to rest on the lip of the planked floor. Size isn’t everything!

The beach is a short taxi ride from Trinidad and we swam and watched the sunset with two earnest looking twenty something’s doing the North American version of yoga in the sand. With rays stomach a little tricky we hired a taxi back to Havana and it cost a fraction more than three tickets on the bus. A great getaway weekend from the blast and blare of Havanna.

Cuba : La Havana – Problem Solved

Problem Solved

They call them Almondrones (almonds) but they are more like cockroaches and their cousins, the beetles. They are all large, some are dark in color and look like they have been through a war. Others gleam and glisten, sporting brilliant colors and glossy skins. Like insects, they appear to be fixed on their destinations with a vengence. They roar about town, taking a run at even the slightest incline and they are usually carrying a full load. They are of course the cars. Pre embargo automobiles left over from a time when havana was alive with party goers, gamblers, musicians, artists and holiday makers. In Cuba there are few people who can afford their own vehicle unless they are taxi drivers in which case they provide a service by plying the main calles as public taxis. And no wonder as the public buses are always packed, nose to nose as my Cuban friend describes his daily commute.

Often these are the legendary vehicles from the 40’s and 50’s that have survived the passage of time with the greatest of loving care. To hail one of these taxi’s you stand along the curb on a main artery and stick out your arm, using your fingers to message the driver, telling him how many passengers and about where you are headed. As the taxi slows you shout out your destination and the driver will either stop for you or not. Squeezing in the long bench seats in the front and back of the taxis can bring you into some close encounters with Cubanos, generally of a friendly nature. A CUC will get you all the way form Parque Central in downtown Havana, east along Neptuno to the University of Havana. This kind of ingenuity captures the spirit of the Cuban people who have spent their lives making do and getting by without many of the simple pleasures and privileges that much of the rest of the world enjoys. Nothing is thrown away, nothing is wasted, there is a repair shop for everything and mechanical skills are at a premium.

Cuba: La Havana – University and Wandering

University of Havana

I attended the university of havana for the month of February at a cost of $300.00 CUCS. The university itself is a spectacular array of classical style buildings with great columns set at the top of steep marble stairs. A friends said she thought she was in Athens on first sight of the university. Like the rest of Havana the university has seen better days and for the first three weeks of class we had to flush the toilets with buckets of water as the pipes were broken. The instructors were great, big hearted women with great senses of humour and they had plenty to laugh at with some of our language fauxpas. My class was great and had a variety of people from all over; Germany, Sweden, Switzerland, England, France and even someone from Campbell River, close to my home town on Vancouver Island.

I wrote an exam on the first day and was placed in the Elemental class with 16 others. Tom decided after a few days to opt for private tutoring made available through the owners of our casa particular. Turned out to be a good decision as his tutor became a great friend to us and I signed up for a few private remedial lessons myself. My spanish did improve but I was in over my head in terms of understanding the profesoras directions. Also for some reason the text book that was promised never appeared so studying from disorganized notes riddled with mistakes didn’t help. Eventually I was allowed to download the text to a flash drive but I only have my ipad and so will have to wait until I get back to my laptop to use it. I liked having the schedule of having a class for half a day and half a day to wander

Places of Note To Wander

Malecon

During the day and late into the night the Malecon is alive with people seeking refuge from the teaming narrow streets. Young Cubanos in particular spend time on the malecon, hanging, partying, singing, dancing, playing instruments and sometimes even fishing. The beautiful blue of the ocean water joins the sky on the far horizon and it is here that you sense that Cuba is indeed an island, set apart, different from anywhere else in the world. The rocky beach below the seawall is lost to the waves that crash up and over the malecon, sometimes right on to the avenida above. It is rumoured that American interests have pre-selected sites along the Malecon for their eventual return to Havana.

La Habana Vieja

As you can imagine, Havana is a haven for artistes and musicians of great talent. From the rubble arises great beauty and the talent and passion of Cubans is evident everywhere especially in Havana Vieja, a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Safe during both the day and the evening, Vieja (old) Havana is alive with pedicabs, restuarants, bars, music, hotels, museums, impressive buildings, theatres, parks and wide avenues for strolling and people watching. Rarely do you enter a bar or restaurant but there is live music, dancing and the clatter of dishes and the murmur of people talking and laughing. It is also a tourist mecca and so can become somewhat tiresome if you are in Havana longer than a few days. There is a hop on hop off bus that has a very long three hour route that gives a great overview of Havana including Vieja and costs only 5 CUC’s. In Vieja you can visit the Museum of the Revolution a collection of sad memoriabilia, including bullet ridden uniforms, personal items of dead revolutionairies and of course depictions of and homage to the heros of the revolution most notablly, Che and Fidel. Housed in a the former presidential palace the building itself is being restored and adjascent to it is the Granma, the famous boat that brought Fidel and Che back to Cuba from Mexico in 1956, where they had formulated and consolidated their plans for the revolt against the Batista dictatorship. Among the beautiful places to wander are numerous squares, generally flanked by churches, parks, cathedrals, government buildings, museums and restaurants. They are beautiful at night lit up and aglow dating back to the 1600’s and a time when high-walled facades hid exquisite interiors behind great wooden doors.

” Behind every door or shutter are hidden from the curious passer-by centuries-old memories interrupted dreams, past loves, ambitions and sorrows that only they – the doors- have sealed, and that they will only reveal to those that have the key.” (Quote from Habaguanex, Company Turistica)

Museum of the Revolution

The former presidential palace now houses the museum of the revolution. Filled with sad reminders of the fight against Batista’s regime, heroic diaramas, bullet riddlen jackets and personal items of dead companeros are snuggled amongst a meticulous refurbishment of the palace. Central Havana And Vedado

Central Havana and Vedado around the University are great neighborhoods to wander and both lack the strong tourist presence of Viejo. A night out at the Teatro do los Americos in Centro Havana to see a comedy show was a cultural experience that if nothing else introduced us to Cuban audience behavior. The language was above our heads but we enjoyed watching the audience and since the first part of the show involved audience participation we were treated to a full array of Cuban humour and behaviors. Audience participants were given a much coveted gift of shampoo and conditioner. Walking between the univeristy and Vieja and through Havana Centro reveals a great deal about daily living, shopping, communication and just how the regular havana family lives. Family means a great deal and daily contact is the norm between generations and extended families. Families connections appear to be the key to getting what you need.

Casa Particulares – Mi Casa Es Su Casa!
Staying in a Casa Particular means living with a Cuban family. Generally you have your own room and as much company and Spanish conversation as you like. We were lucky to find a Casa close to the university owned by “Concha” who lives alone in her four bedroom apartment, a rare find in Cuba. The bedrooms are off a long hallway leading to the kitchen and our rooms had their own bathrooms with long shuttered doors leading to narrow balconies overlooking the street. The rumble from the old cars was ear shattering to begin with but soon we learned to live in the quiet moments. Casas are usually the least expensive and best option for a long stay as many of the government run hotels are expensive and staffed by “friends of the government” who have little vested in efficiency or productivity. These hotels are useful for gaining access to the Internet but charge exorbitant rates for an hour of time which you then have to use up in three days from purchase.
Conchas family was close by, her son and daughter in law helped with the running of the place and would make meals and do laundry for a price. Lovely people they were a good mix of friend and business owners. Three rooms were for rent in the Casa, the fourth bedroom belonging to Concha. At twenty five CUC’s per room times three rooms, Concha was earning many times what my profesoras made in a day. Clearly owning or renting a multi bedroom apartment is a cash cow in Cuba.