Saturday, June 6, 2015

Day 13: Trinidad - Havana - Mexico DF

We are in a taxi on the 4-hour drive to Havana. Cost: 80 dollars. We're going to make a quick stop at Aymee's place (our Casa in Havana) to say goodbye. It's an overcast day, which is an appropriate transition back to SF. We are both ready to go home. We're thankful to be in a car with air conditioning, and it strikes me that I'm going back to a city with driverless cars being tested on the highway.

So what's my bottom line on this trip? I'm glad we went, and I'm glad we went now. Jenny and I came here (instead of going to Europe) because we wanted to see Cuba before it changes. Indeed, many things had already changed in the 5 years prior to our arrival. To come back here in the future - whether 2 years or 20 - would be fascinating. 

And I hope, for the sake of Cubans, that things do change. Wal-Mart would blow these people's minds. They have access to the New York Times and Facebook, but can only access them at small Internet cafes (They can text and send email over cellular data, but nothing else). Their medical system, I have determined, is not what Michael Moore would have you believe in the movie Sicko (it was that movie when he chartered a boat to cuba to get their free healthcare for a couple veterans, right?). Dad, I'm sure you'll find that comment satisfying, but don't read too much into it. Would you rather have surgery in a place where they have to recycle latex gloves? I would not. 

The country is clean relative to other developing countries, but it's infrastructure is poorly maintained. 

It has a highly-literate population, but a common complaint is that if you graduate from university, there's a high chance you won't get the job you want, because "no jobs are available." A saying here is that "we pretend to work for the government, and the government pretends to pay us."

I'm sure you've eaten vaca frita in the States - it and ropa Vieja are the two "typical Cuban dishes" you'll find in the US. Well, we only found one restaurant with vaca frita. The son of our casa owner in Trinidad - 24 years old and very in touch - had never heard of it. "It's made of beef? Beef is like God in Cuba. It's so expensive."  

The markets are what you'd expect of the Soviet Union - rows of the same products and long lines. 

It seems that much of Cubans' time is spent fixing their old cars (a common sight in Havana and elsewhere). Yet, the old cars are beautiful and unique. This is just one of many paradoxes that abound in Cuba. 

Cuba is a poor country. To a certain extent, Cubans know what they are missing. There is a general feeling that the end of the U.S. blockade will help things. I believe this to be true. As one Casa owner told us, "the only thing the blockade helps is the government. It hurts the regular people." I find it ridiculous that Marco Rubio and Robert Menendez would claim otherwise. This is bald faced political pandering. Let's call it what it is. 

At the same time, many Cubans are cautious. Our casa owner in Havana waited two years to start her casa business because she wasn't sure if the government would honor its commitment to allow private businesses. The 24-year old in Trinidad lives "with his feet on the ground," meaning he doesn't get caught up in the hype of change. Cubans have so much history with one system and a government they don't trust - why start now?

I'm sure that corporations are licking their chops at opening new markets in Cuba. I bet development professionals are doing the same. I hope that whatever changes comes will be done responsibly. It would be a shame if companies extracted more than invested. We've seen this model too much in the world... Hopefully we've learned enough to do it right this time. Somehow I doubt that cuba will change as quickly as Myanmar has. There will be a leadership vacuum after Raul, and the word is that the congress (or whatever they call it) are old and sycophantic. If Raul stayed in power for another 20 years (which he obviously won't), I don't believe things would change quickly. A lot depends on the next leader, in my halfway-informed opinion. 

As for the personal side of this trip, I can't say it was the easiest vacation. Food poisoning that lasted 6 days didn't help. Neither did hot weather during the day. After three trips together, Jenny and I know how to travel with one another. We're on the same page about most things. We still annoy each other (many times intentionally), but are overall good travel partners. 

Before this trip I had illusions of doing a bike trip on the island. This would have been the worst idea in the world. I wasn't that impressed with the physical beauty of the island, with the exception of Vinales (which was pretty awesome). It's an island with a bunch of farmland and a couple small mountain ranges. Plus, the ability to stop at some quaint roadside hut with  delicious fruit - I wouldn't count on it.

The best thing about our trip was meeting Cuban people. While we definitely encountered a few tricksters and a few times when we got the "I'm going to move really slowly and do so with a bored look on my face because this guy is a tourist," the vast majority were very kind and welcoming. All three of our casas were home runs. No surprise, people are the same in Cuba as they are in most places: they want to share their country with you, they want to help you, they want to learn from you. When we introduced ourselves as Americans, the response was one of happiness (that we are curious enough to come to their country), surprise (that we would), and curiosity (why we came). Most people don't talk politics. They'll say something like "our countries don't like each other but that's just between governments, not regular people." (They'll also ask things like "I heard that in the US you all have tinted windows on your cars"). We made some real connections, especially with our hosts. I hope we can host them in the States someday. 

They say that Cuba is like going back in time. This is a good thing in that you feel a bit more human, being free from advertisements and a hectic pace of life. It's frustrating in that those modern conveniences (cellular Internet, Lyft, supermarkets) simply don't exist here. Life is more fundamental, but also more difficult.

Overall, it was a successful trip. We saw a strange anachronistic city (Havana), a beautiful and rural valley (Vinales), and a colonial and musical town (Trinidad). I feel much more informed about Cuba, a place that to many people is a mystery. 

Next year... I'm thinking Germany, Belgium, the Netherlands, Denmark, or Norway. 


Aymee, our wonderful casa owner in Havana


Argentine steakhouse in Mexico City (where we ate one year ago). We ate... a ton.




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