July 1, 2016

How to spend a day in Havana!

Havana Cuba is ready for you!

From the leather seat in the back of the 1956 blue Chevy convertible with its throaty six cylinders I could see the rain at the end of the road. It was so thick, everything behind it had disappeared into the grey canvas lurching ominously towards us.

Our driver Daniel had already asked if we wanted the top up at the first sign of rain drops, but the sky above was blue and the temperature was a hot 30 degrees pushing about 100 per cent humidity. Nah, we’re fine, we said with a wave of our hands, enjoying the cooling effect that six drops provided. Besides I had my camera glued to my face or thrust into the air to capture every angle of the photogenic city of Old Havana, so I was keen to keep gawking and snapping.

Classic car in Cuba

Here comes the rain!

We’d hired Daniel for half an hour for 20 CUCs (about US$20) and asked him to take us to Revolution Square. The square with the communist administration buildings bearing the image of Che Gevara on one and Camilo Cienfuegos on the other, another of the leaders during Fidel Castro’s 1959 revolution.

We’d been there earlier in the day and I’d lined up the hero image when a pink Cadillac happened past. Like a dork I got a partial finger blur on the best iPhone shot of the day and I was frantic to try for a repeat. Daniel kindly obliged and stopped to let me out at the designated spot (note, he wasn’t going to risk pulling over in front of the monuments with all the security guards/police around). My husband scooted into the front seat and with his arm hanging out like a farmer, they cruised by. Mission accomplished.

Che Gevara in Havana

Second time lucky!

Driving back to San Francisco Square where our ship was docked, I drank in the street scenes as thirstily as the Hemingway daiquiri at El Floridita earlier that afternoon. Cars of every description from the old classics in various states ranging from rust buckets to shiny movie stars crisscrossed past us. The latter usually bearing tourists with the wind in their hair. Children kicked soccer balls or played baseball with anything they could hit around.

What you don’t see are scooters. In a city with narrow alleys and piazzas, this is usually the number one form of transport. Not in Havana. Public buses don’t have windows and houses are brightly painted to hide their states of disrepair.

The shopping is non-existent unless you count souvenirs. I do, so was pleased to find art and crafts in shops down most alleys and at the Art Market near the port. The selection of paintings was so overwhelming in an hour I hadn’t been able to decide. With a panic on in the last moment I bought one for about $40 and hope it’s going to fit in back in New Zealand.

Suddenly the rain was upon us. Daniel pulled to a stop in angle parks in the centre of the road and while other classic cars sat parked with their tops down and their drivers no where in sight, he hoisted the frame out of the back seat and clipped it down. No automatic switches here! Winding up the windows I kept snapping at the now torrential conditions as we marvelled at the streets now flooded and visibility about 20 metres.

He pulled into the port and out we jumped, adding a tenner for his troubles and headed back onboard the Fathom ship from whence we came.

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About Megan Singleton

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Megan Singleton is a travel writer, blogger and radio correspondent. She's been gallivanting around the world telling stories for the last 16 years and has her suitcase always half packed (or half un-packed!) Follow along on Facebook or Twitter and sign up for monthly newsletters if you want to keep up with the journey!

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