Tuesday, 25 April 2017

Kayaking on Okahu Bay, Auckland

I had been waiting for a day like today to go kayaking.  We often get still, clear, sunny, autumn days here in Auckland, it is my favourite season and perfect weather for  kayaking so today was my chance and I took it.

What bliss it was to be paddling and drifting on such a glorious day. As Rat said in Kenneth Grahame's Wind in The Willows   "Believe me, young friend, there is nothing - absolutely nothing - half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats." I have to agree with Rat, I love being on the water  and will find any excuse.
As far as I am concerned today I had a pretty wonderful morning!

I hired my Kayak from Ferg's Kayaks, Okahu Bay  www.fergskayaks.co.nz 
Kayaks can be hired by the hour ($25) or they offer two kayak tours :
  •  A 3 hour tour which across the harbour to Devonport and Cheltenham Beach and includes a climb up Mt Victoria. 
  • A 6 hour tour, for experienced kayakers, to Rangitoto which includes a climb to the top.
(Cuba posts will resume next week)

While city workers are hard at work........

I wonder what the story is behind this badly neglected boat....have they forgotten they own it?!!

The shag keeps his eye on me as I circle him - probably worried I'm scaring the fish away

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

Cienfuegos - Cuba's Pearl of the South

It was late in the day and a large golden sun was setting over the glittering waters of Cienfuegos  bay when we arrived in town and pulled up outside what can only be described as a Moroccan fantasy.    The Palacio de Valle, built in 1917 by a Spaniard, Acislo Blanco, is a mix of  many different styles from Gothic to Romanesque, Baroque, Italianate and Mudejar. It appears he couldn't decide what style he liked best.

Palacio de Valle, Cienfuegos
 There is a riot of ornamentation everywhere you look, stained glass windows, heavily carved and ornamented ceilings, statues, sphinxes, towers and turrets. We wandered through the palace and then made our way up a steep spiral staircase to the roof top bar.  Dusk was falling and it was magical looking out over the bay, rose coloured clouds drifting across the sky and a cuban band playing while guests lingered over drinks.  Batista had plans to turn the palace into a money making casino but his plans were scuppered by the revolution.  For a number of years it sat empty until it was converted into the restaurant, events centre and tourist attraction it is today. The palacio is really rather bizarre but I like to take things as I find them and enjoyed my visit there, not judging it but simply appreciating it for what it is.

Three photos of Palacio de Valle (photo above: Lynelle House)

The main avenue, Cienfuegos

Cienfuegos is considered to be the most elegant of Cuban cities, often referred to as Cuba's Pearl of the South.  Settled by French colonisers, rather than Spanish, the elegant 19th century buildings in the heart of the city lend it a sophisticated 'mini-Paris' feel.  It is  the most affluent city in Cuba with a UNESCO World Heritage listing, which provides funding to help preserve the city, and it also has income derived from several important industries located around the bay. Cienfuegos has an attractive waterfront edged with some grand pre revolutionary mansions  and a relaxed seaside feel.  It is also the only place we saw anything remotely resembling a shopping street as we know it, however thankfully devoid of chain stores. I am sure there are other shopping streets in Cuba but we never saw them.  The pleasant, shady, leafy avenue running through the centre of town and down to the magnificent Parque Jose Marti was a great place to stroll and, fortuitously for me, had a large, modern shoe shop where I was able to replace my broken sandals with a pair of beautifully hand tooled leather sandals for only $10.

Elegant French colonial buildings surround Parque Jose Marti

Parque Jose Marti is the heart of Cienfuegos with the Arch of Triumph (Arco de Triunfo), celebrating Cuba's independence and  reminiscent of the much bigger Arc de Triomphe in Paris, framing the statue of Jose Marti, Cuba's beloved poet and revolutionary.  The square is surrounded by elegant Parisian style buildings and there are shady trees and benches scattered here and there, well used by tourists taking advantage of the wifi in the square to catch up with news from home. As I rested there the voice of an opera singer floated from the Theatre Tomas Terry. What could be better than sitting in the shade in an elegant square under a clear blue sky, relaxed and happy and listening to opera?
Parque Jose Marti

A Cuban Ration Book
Elegant and all as Cienfuegos is we learnt more about the harsh reality of life for Cubans when our guide took us to visit a Ration Shop.  This is where Cubans go to collect their monthly allowance of rations to supplement their tiny incomes of $25US per person, per month. There seemed to be very little stock on the shelves and the rations provided are just the basics like oil, rice, beans, matches, and eggs.  Allowances are carefully worked out depending on family size, the age of children and the elderly.  As I mentioned in a previous blog, milk is severely rationed.  Often goods are late arriving at the store so the allowance carries over to the next month which means a family must survive without that basic item for the time being.  Nowadays there are other ways of buying goods but you need to have money to do this, and most Cubans don't.  This is where posing for photos for money or guiding, taxi driving or any tourism job  where you get tips, or even begging comes in. There is also a thriving black market in Cuba known as mercado negro, where unlicensed people sell fish they have caught, fruit they have grown and sometimes goods they have stolen. Battering is also a common way of trading. Rationing was meant to be a temporary measure when it was introduced in 1962 but has now been in place for 55 years. There is nothing romantic about strict socialism.

Inside a Cuban Ration Shop (photo: Lynelle House)
As we walked back to our bus we passed the statue of one of Cienfuegos' beloved sons, the musician Benny More (1919 - 1963)  Benny, born near the city, became a huge national and international star, his music encapsulating the feel and the rhythms of Cuba. In his song, "Cienfuegos" there is this line "the city I like the best". So beloved was Benny throughout Cuba that more than 100,000 people attended his funeral.  I tip my hat to Benny.  I too love Cuban music and I thoroughly enjoyed my brief visit to Cienfuegos.

You can hear Benny More by opening the link below.

Monday, 10 April 2017

Cuba - It's not all mojitos and salsa lessons

Typical rural home (photo by Diana Kim)
 Until relatively recently all tourism ventures in Cuba were government owned and operated, even today every tour bus on the island is owned by the government.  In the 1990s it was decided that the best way to develop the Cuban tourism industry was to enter into joint ventures with foreign companies, who would then, hopefully, invest in much needed infrastructure. At the same time the law was changed to also allow locals to open and operate their own small businesses. Nevertheless the country is still struggling to keep up and provide the facilities required of a modern, booming, tourism industry.  We discovered this on a number of occasions, none more so than at a toilet stop we made on our way to the Bay of Pigs.  What looked like a perfectly respectable, modern restaurant from the outside had the worst toilets we were to come across in Cuba. The women's toilets had cubicles without doors, were unflushed, dirty, with toilet paper strewn about and water across the floor.  They were so bad that several of our group preferred to wait until the next stop. Toilet paper is never provided in Cuba, you must take your own, and it cannot be flushed away due to a primitive sewerage system (it must be placed in a separate receptacle).  Nevertheless we did get good coffee served at this restaurant, although no milk.  Due to a very poor production level ( approx 50% of what is needed) the supply of milk, in Cuba,  is restricted to children, the ill,  the elderly and pregnant women. 

As our journey continued we were shown a documentary about Fidel Castro. This government made film portrayed Fidel as a perfect, almost god like, hero. I have read extensively about Cuba, Batista, the revolution and Fidel Castro, and feel I have a good understanding of the country's history, but don't feel qualified to make too much comment here.  What I will say, though, is I know a propaganda film when I see one.

I don't know about you but when I visit a place previously  know to me only through historical news footage I expect to find it in a similar state.  I remember being surprised by what a large, modern, fully developed city Hiroshima was when I visited.  The same went for Darwin, previously known to me through footage of the terrible Cyclone Tracy of 1974.  Somehow I was expecting a dusty, scruffy, mangled town, not the lovely, fresh, tropical city it is today.  Silly of me, I know! 
The Bay of Pigs, peaceful and beautiful

I'm not sure what I expected to find at The Bay of Pigs (Bahia de Cochinos) the location of the USA's ill considered and ill fated attack on Cuba in 1961.  What we did find was a large, sleepy bay its turquoise waters filled with bright tropical fish. On a hot day it was just calling out for us to dive in.  The coastline is rocky and steep so a dip requires climbing down a ladder into the sea.  Despite the glorious weather the sea was turbulent, five minutes in swimming and we had had enough so spent the next half hour lounging in the warm tropical sun. 

A relaxing day in the tropics at the Bay of Pigs

Giron Museum (photo: Diana Kim)
 Refreshed we continued our journey, past large billboards bearing propaganda messages, to the Giron Museum.  This museum displays artifacts and photos from the Bay of Pigs Cold War skirmish with the USA.  It is quite moving to see the photos and ages of some of the Cuban casualties and there is a film entitled "The First Defeat of US Imperialism in the Americas" on show.  It is interesting to learn of the clever  tactics used by the Cuban Air force as the battle progressed. We had a Spanish speaking guide and although our guide translated her words it came across clearly that this recent history is still very raw and that the Cubans' triumph over a super power is a source of great pride to them.

A British Hawker Sea Fury, used by the Cuban Air Force
In pensive moods and pondering what we had seen and heard today we continued on towards our next destination, Cienfuegos.  We passed through a large village as the day turned to dusk.  There were no cars in the village, just horses and carts, children were playing in the street, women were gossiping, men were returning home from work in the fields and the nearby power plant.  I wondered about their lives, how they viewed the revolution and whether it had improved their lot.  There was a lot to think about as the day drew in.

Monday, 27 March 2017

Salsa lesson in Cuba

Poor girl, you could see it written all over her face - "Oh, no! Not another group of stiff uncoordinated Europeans!"  Here we were crammed into a tiny dance studio on the main street of Vinales for a salsa lesson. Our instructor's task was to teach our group of 12 three simple salsa steps in half an hour.  Easy, you might think?  Ha!  You should have seen us!  The instructor was right, we were stiff and unco but trying our best under the bemused and watchful eyes of our guide, Omar and bus driver, Eddie.  You could see them thinking "What the....!" 
Salsa lesson
 In the end Omar could stand our bumble feet no longer and disappeared.  We thought he had nipped off to play a game of dominoes, one of his favourite pastimes, but, no, he soon returned with two large bottles of rum and a plea for us to have a drink and maybe relax a bit.  Our young instructor  chewed gum throughout and spent quite a bit of time reaching under her tiny mini skirt to hitch her knickers up over her pregnant stomach. She took the lesson with an air of resignation and boredom and you could see her thinking "Why do I bother?" The whole front of the studio was open to the street giving passers by a great view of our feeble efforts.  Many stopped to enjoy the spectacle and, to be fair, some called out their encouragement. For a while we were the best show in town.  Eventually we learnt the 3 simple steps and then it was time to put them into practice.  Omar and Eddie joined in to dance with us, Omar pleading with everyone to "loosen up".   Ahh, but there is no competing with those Cubans who have music and dance flowing through their veins and dance with their whole heart and soul. As the saying goes "They dance as if no one is watching".

The band played, our guide, Omar, (centre)  sang with them and we danced in the street.  Fun times!
Later we crossed the street to have dinner at a nearby restaurant.  With live Cuban music there we suddenly got the urge to dance and  before long we were all dancing in the street, literally stopping the traffic and having the time of our lives.  Was it the lesson that filled us with confidence or was it the rum? I'll  never know, what I do know is that we were enjoying dancing  and after leaving the restaurant we continued dancing late into the night at the Salsa nightclub in the main square of Vinales.

Sunday, 19 March 2017

Cuban tobacco farm and Cuevas del Indio, Vinales

If there is one smell I like it is the smell of a lit cigar.  I can't stand the smell of cigarettes and move away if anyone smokes one near me but when there is a cigar smoker nearby, I move closer. It's amazing how different two forms of tobacco can smell.

A tobacco farmer heading off to work

Vinales, Cuba, is where most of Cuba's tobacco farms are located and one morning we set off on a walking tour to visit one. Leaving the busy main street of Vinales we passed some brightly painted casa particulars, farmers preparing their bullocks for work, and cheerful locals who greeted us as we walked by. Within a few minutes  we were into the countryside and among fields of young tobacco, not yet ready to harvest. 

Colourful casa particulars, Vinales
Our guide, Floyd, was a happy character.  He pointed out various birds and plants and kept up a steady stream of banter and mother-in-law jokes, nevertheless he gave us plenty of serious information about how the tobacco crops are planted, grown and harvested.  Tobacco farming is extremely important to the Cuban economy, bringing in approx $430m in the last year.  Most of the farmers are part of a co-operative and the government sets firm targets of production which they must meet.  All going well, the government will take 90% of their harvest allowing the farmer 10% to sell for himself, if the harvest is not so good the government will take the lot.  Farmers are an ageing population, many well into their 70s, because young people today do not like to take on such hard, back breaking work. This is a problem Cuba will need to solve if they don't want to lose this valuable commodity. With the recent growth in tourism, and the USA lifting the embargo on importing cigars, the industry is thriving at the moment.  A good Cuban cigar is expensive and treasured as a rare treat. Locals smoke plenty of cigars but theirs is a more crude product which is very inexpensive and plentiful.

Young tobacco plants and a curing shed

Cuban tobacco farmer

The remnants from a full barn of  tobacco
 Our guide took us into the drying barn of a farm.  This is where the tobacco is hung on racks and left to cure, this farmer added rum to cure his. After a certain amount of time it is then fermented which is what gives a cigar its distinctive smell and flavour.  Unfortunately we were there at the wrong time so there was only a sample of tobacco on the drying racks, more for tourism purposes then anything else, but at least it gave us the idea.  

A tobacco farmer's home
We went into a farmer's humble shack where his wife was smoking a huge cigar and a pot was boiling merrily over an open fire.  The farmer demonstrated the art of rolling a cigar.    We were then invited to try one so I had my first ever puff on a cigar.  I can't see myself taking it up as a recreation but it was quite enjoyable and, of course, I loved the smell. We all purchased a few cigars to take home as gifts.

The farmer is adept at rolling cigars

The farmer's wife with her long ash. (photo Diana Kim)
My first ever puff on a cigar

A stroll back through farmland brought us to a brightly painted open bar where we drank rum and coconut water from green coconuts.  Led astray and loving it!  It was so refreshing.
Our super friendly, super fun tour group enjoying coconut, rum punches for morning tea!
Later in the day we drove a short distance outside Vinales to visit the Cuevas del Indio, a cave with a river flowing through it.  I love caves for their cool, dark, serene atmosphere so I enjoyed both the walk through this one and the boat ride along the underground river where the boatman pointed out imaginative features in the stalactites.

Inside Cuevas del Indio
At the exit from Cuevas del Indio
I have to say, though, I have seen better caves and this one couldn't hold a candle to the Waitomo Caves in New Zealand.  All the same a stroll and a boat ride in the cool on a hot afternoon was very pleasurable and most welcome and the exterior of the cave was impressive with lush vines dangling down from high escarpments.

Sunday, 12 March 2017

Vinales, Cuba - A jewel in the countryside

Lunch...plates and plates of food! (photo E. Eastwood)
Don't go to Cuba just for Havana, thrilling and all as it is, get out and see the country, it has so much to offer. And that is why my friend and I joined ten other people to begin an Intrepid Tour of the island. Having noticed that the local buses were ancient and pretty clapped out it was a relief to find our 15 seater coach was modern and comfortable.  We were filled with a delicious feeling of excitement and anticipation as we set off for the town of Vinales,  three and a half hours away and after a quick drive through modern Havana were soon out into the countryside.  Breaking the journey for lunch at a rural restaurant set high on a hillside overlooking a lush green valley, we encountered, for the first time, the enormous meals we had been warned we would be served in rural Cuba.  Plate after plate of  food was piled onto the table, far more than we could eat.  Our guide advised us that this is normal and that any left over food would be shared among the staff and local villagers.  It seems they have established a clever way of getting around Cuba's rigid food restrictions and as far as we were all concerned - good on them.
Later the bus left the main highway to wind up a narrow road to the Soroa Orchid Garden.  This beautiful garden, covers 7.5 acres high on a hillside and showcases  20,000 plants from 700 species including 250 plants native to Cuba. The garden is maintained by the University of Pinar del Rio which uses it for research purposes.  The orchids are spectacular but are really only a small part of the garden which includes large trees, ferny bush walks, a waterfall and river and some old stone walls, tumbling down to artistic effect amongst the shrubbery.  The garden is well worth the detour, serenely beautiful, blissfully quiet save for the sound of birds.  We were all thrilled by the several humming birds hovering about  and a wood pecker merrily pecking away at a tree.

Soroa Orchid Garden
Shortly before arriving at the town of Vinales we stopped at a lookout for views of the stunning Valle de Vinales.  The valley, 11km by 5km, nestled into the Sierra de los Organos mountain range, has UNESCO world heritage status and is famous as one of Cuba's most spectacular natural sights. Unusual and dramatic limestone mogotes, or outcrops, dot the valley with quaint traditional farmhouses nestled here and there.  It is a truly wonderful sight  and we spent some time drinking it all in.

Views of the Valle de Vinales, a UNESCO world heritage site

Ten minutes down the road and suddenly we were in a street full of brightly coloured casas, our destination, Vinales. Vinales, built first and foremost as a  farming town to service the surrounding tobacco plantations, has now become a popular tourist town.  Most of the traditional casas lining the streets are what is known in Cuba as Casa Particulars, private houses which take in paying guests, or what we would call a B and B. The streets were a real hive of activity buzzing with tourists vying for space with horse drawn carts and locals calling out to each other.  My friend and I were staying in Casa Louis, a spotlessly clean, brightly painted casa with several rooms given over to paying guests. Our room was simple, immaculate and had its own ensuite...all boxes ticked, very happy.

The colourful casa particulars in Vinales

The Cubans love rocking chairs and every porch seems to have them. I enjoyed a rest on the porch

Dinner that evening was a short distance away at an organic farm.  Our guide seemed particularly proud of this farm, developed on purely organic principles and now growing so much food that not only does the owner provide free food to schools and hospitals but has also turned it into a profitable business.  Once more a mountain of food was served, including a whole pig, the pig to serve the whole restaurant, I hasten to add!  Ordering mojitos was a novelty, the mojito was served without rum and then two bottles of rum were placed on our table so we could make our drinks as strong or weak as we liked.  Needless to say our group managed to drink all the rum!
Our guide at the organic farm
But the night was still young and we were in a party mood so it was a no brainier when our guide mentioned the nightclub in the Vinales town square. At 1CUC ($1) admission the best value for money ever.  The roof covered only the seating around the sides of the dance floor which was romantically open to the stars.  There was a band playing irresistible Cuban music, friendly locals happy to dance with anyone purely for the love of dancing, a floor show, singers and an absolutely fantastic atmosphere.  We all danced and danced with anyone who asked, doing our best to salsa but being no match for those lithe and rhythmic Cubans, their absolute pleasure in dancing was a joy to watch. And I kept thinking that I couldn't remember a time when I had had so much fun. I ended the day very happy....and very tired!

Saturday, 4 March 2017

On the trail of Ernest Hemingway - Havana

If America's esteemed novelist, Ernest Hemingway, had created himself as a character in a novel that character would barely seem plausible. Lets face it this larger than life, swash buckling, war correspondent, bull fighting fan, deep sea fisher, big game hunter, heavy drinking, ladies man and Nobel prize winning author all rolled into one almost stretches the imagination too far but, there you have it, the macho man himself.  If he was alive today his exploits would be plastered all over the internet and would fill many column inches in the gossip mags. As it was he became a huge celebrity in his day.   An adored and adoring adopted son of Cuba he is celebrated in Havana probably more than anywhere else and since I was in Havana  an Ernest Hemingway crawl was high on my 'to do' list.

Bodeguita del Medio - 
crowded even in the morning

Tourists leave their mark

Inside La Bodeguita del Medio - as Cuban as you can imagine
Armed with a map my friend, Hilary, and I headed off to La Bodeguita del Medio (the little bar in the middle) famous as one of two bars Hemingway most frequented. It is easy to find, just look for the crowds spilling out onto, and dancing in, the narrow dusty lane in front, day and night.  Famous for its mojitos and cigars the tiny  bar  still manages to squeeze in a live band and is hugely popular with tourists who autograph the walls both inside and out in a kind of  'Kilroy was here' sort of way. I was told locals avoid this bar as it is too touristy. We managed to wiggle our way in to take photos and soak up a little of the lively atmosphere  before moving on to the nearby Hotel Ambos Mundos.
Lobby of Hotel Ambos Mundos
A corner of the lobby dedicated to Hemingway with many photos and framed signature.
Having gained fame in the USA Hemingway found the constant stream of visitors and journalists to his home  in Key West, Florida, an annoying intrusion on his writing time. He fell in love with Cuba on a fishing trip there so moved to Havana and the Hotel Ambos Mundos in 1932. He lived  in the hotel's room 511 for seven years, on and off, the room chosen for its expansive views over the old town and out to sea. It was there that he wrote the first few chapters of For Whom The Bell Tolls.
View from the roof top terrace at Hotel Ambos Mundos
Hotel Ambos Mundos

When we arrived at the hotel we were a little dismayed to see a long queue at the elevator but tagged along anyway. The elevator takes guests to the roof top terrace bar and restaurant and we soon realised that that was where everyone was headed.  We spent a few minutes admiring the view but then made our way to Room 511, now conserved as a museum to Ernest Hemingway with his belongings, furnishing and memorabilia still in place.  It was somewhat of a surprise to find that there was only one other person waiting to see the large, airy corner  room. Having it almost to ourselves was great because this meant a personal tour with the curator and plenty of time to hear about his life in Havana and examine the room's artifacts.

Outside Room 511
Hemingway's bed at the Hotel

His typewriter under cover to protect it.  His desk could be altered to be used either standing or sitting which he felt difficult after several serious back injuries
A cup of coffee in the cool, elegant lobby bedecked with many photos of Hemingway and then we were off to our next and final destination, just along the road, the bar and restaurant, El Floridita,  Hemingway's favourite hang out spot in Havana. We arrived just before mid day so were lucky enough to find a table in a great position for people watching.  What a fantastic place, little changed since Hemingway's day. The elegantly dressed bar staff  mesmerised us as they expertly prepared two dozen daiquiris at a time in order to keep up with demand.  A live band was playing toe tapping, hip swaying, Cuban music and there was a comfortable buzz of happy conversation.  A life sized bronze statue of Hemingway leans against the bar and his bar stool is lovingly protected by scarlet cords. A group of men happily puffed on cigars at the next table, fortunately I love the smell of cigars.  Hemingway's favourite drink was a daiquiri and he is said to have drunk untold quantities at El Floridita.  His were grapefruit flavoured doubles, Hilary and I ordered lime singles  and sat back to enjoy the ambience and the whole experience.  I was absolutely in my happy place and this was the first time in Cuba that I thought to myself  "I am as happy  as it is possible to be"
The bar staff prepare two dozen daiquiris at a time at El Floridita.  Wonderful ambience.
Far left of the photo a woman is embracing Hemingway's statue.

Daiquiris at El Floridita - I'm in my happy place, and, no, it's not because of the drink!
Since I have returned home I have read his Nobel Prize winning The Old Man and the Sea, probably for about the 6th time.  I still find Hemingway's story of a man's struggle against life, nature and the elements and of pure love and determination  as powerful today as it ever was.  Many years ago I read A Farewell to Arms and it has stuck in my mind ever since.  Hemingway's style was sparse, direct and to the point and yet he was still able to convey so much.  He told F Scott Fitzgerald in 1934 " I write one page of masterpiece to 91 pages of shit.  I try to put the shit in the waste paper basket"  He also mentioned to a friend that he rewrote the last page of A Farewell to Arms 39 times because he was "Getting the words right"  Love his work or hate his work, and there are many in both camps, Hemingway was a great and important writer of the 20th century.  I felt privileged to be able to follow his footsteps around Havana.

NOTE:  Hemingway lived for 20 years at Finca la Vigia, 15km out of Havana.  Visitors may explore the grounds but cannot enter the house which is much as he left it.  You are, however, permitted to look through open windows and doors.  We did not get to see this villa.