Saturday, April 4, 2009

Pinar Del Rio



"You're going to Pinar Del Rio? Why? It's a tourist place" or "it's boring" were general comments of other Cubans whom i told about my travel route. So, understandably i was expecting a mountain-full of tourists and greedy locals. What i got was of course the opposite: so far i've seen only couple of tourists and the locals are wonderfully friendly. As far as photography is concerned you couldn't find more agreeable folk. Pinar Del Rio has low buildings and lot's of colonial architecture. Reminded me greatly of Oaxaca city in Mexico. It seems that most of it's inhabitants are passing their days playing dominos or just chilling on their porches. I'm of course talking here about the old part of town, not the newer and somewhat fancier part.

My Havana casa's landlady Anita had organized for me an accommodation in her friend's casa particular. That friend was supposed to meet me in the bus-station. When i arrived and saw that nobody was waiting for me, i thought i'll just walk to the house, Anita had given me a business card with the address. When i started asking from people how to get to calle Joaquin Perez, it became very quickly very clear that Anita had misunderstood me and she had organized for me a casa in ViƱales, which is 27 km from Pinar Del Rio and next in my travel route. I rang the doorbell behind the first door that had "casa particular" blue sign on it and got very lucky. I could've ended up in a nice little clean 10-15 ㎡ euro-renovated room for tourists, but instead i stumbled upon an old colonial apartment which was HUGE, with about 5m high ceilings and atmosphere to die for.

The apartment belonged to an old couple Maria & Pedro (or Mary & Peter as they called themselves for tourists) and they were renting out one big room from it. Their place was filled with aged books, old cool furniture and other trinkets screaming "pre-revolution style!" at you. Pedro's father had been an avid traveler and the apartment was filled with souvenirs from every then-existing country in the world. And i mean, every. They took great pride in showing me all of them. The house had a huge roof terrace and a balcony with swinging chairs for sipping mojitos in the evenings. What else could one person wish for?

I decided to take up Maria's offer for dinner and boy was that a dinner, enough for 3 people. And when i thought i couldn't stuff myself anymore, they brought out the dessert and liquor. Seriously, i felt like i was going to burst. I think they are renting out the room to make the ends meet and i guess the lack of other income leaves them no choice, maintaining that big apartment must take it's toll on the family budget.

They were treating me very well and seemed that they are very lonely and starve for fresh company. Pedro was delighted to converse with me in Spanish. In the beginning i understood most of what he was saying but as the time passed and more and more political topics surfaced, it all turned into full-blown monologue. Maria was speaking a little English, but it was actually easier for me to have the whole conversation in Spanish rather then jump between the two languages.

Interestingly enough they had a very strict rule of not eating with the guests. And whatever i said or did had no effect. It felt very awkward to gorge myself when they sit right there to keep me company (which they insisted in) but refuse to dip in. For some reason i had a strong feeling that their dinner was going to be whatever was left of my eating and believe me, there was plenty. All in all it was one very interesting evening, almost like couchsurfing in Cuba.


Casa of Maria & Pedro:

Price: 25 CUCs/night, but since i was alone, the price for me was 20 CUCs.
Dinner: 8 CUCs.
Location: about 5 minutes walk from the bus-station, address Marti street 51 / e/ Colon e isabel Rubio. Open 24 hours :). Seriously, they have a sticker like that on the door.

My bedroom was quite comfortable, with a huge desk. It looked that it might've been somebody's office one time.

Bathroom had an old style radio in it which played some decent Cuban music. Apparently Cuban create more than just salsa :)



That's their house. The whole second floor on the corner is theirs, including that wonderful corner balcony where i was sitting and enjoying some nearby live concert, that carried well through the quiet city.













My bedroom







Casa dinner



Me on the rooftop terrace



Oh that wonderful balcony ..



Maria aka Mary



The town of Pinar Del Rio:





























































































I like the inventive and creative approach to the lack of space for drying your laundry

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Scary scary Havana



Terminology:
Casa particular
- is a private accommodation in Cuba, very similar to bed & breakfast. The term is often shortened to simply casa. A casa can be a full apartment or a house, butmost of the time it's a room inside somebody's private home (often with separate entrance).



Homes that offer casa particular accommodation have a sign like that on their doors. Don't judge by the house's facade, inside can be quite different.

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When my Havana casa particular's landlady Anita saw that i'm a "blond and blue-eyed girl" all alone in Cuba, she got very serious. She pretty much sat me down and gave me a long illustrated lesson where i'm allowed to go, how i should behave, how to take care of my belongings, what to avoid and so on. It's actually kind of nice that during these weeks of traveling some people i've met have gotten very protective about me and have gone out of their way to advise me on safety and help me in every way they can. I'm not used to people worrying about me and it's nice they make an effort. Anyway, by the time Anita was finished she had made me feel that as soon as i stick my white pretty nose out of the door two Cuban guys are going to pin me down, while the third steals my shoes, fourth goes through my bag and fifth stands on the sidewalk and says stuff like "Oy, que bonita!".

She told me to wear my backpack in front of me and constantly observe my surroundings. If i'd do that i'd be as much out of place as those scared (and probably lost) tourists i saw in Mexico City, clutching their bags and watching around frantically, looking like an easy prey even for a toddler. I don't know, maybe it's stupid or stubborn, but what is the point of going to a country like Cuba if i'm supposed to be afraid to walk on the streets? If all you do is being afraid and suspecting everybody's intentions you kind of miss out a lot. Jevgeni already forbade me to go to Mali and Algeria because of safety, i don't want to restrict the rest of my trip also by only visiting "tourist safe" areas, which are guarded by security guards and police.

I felt quite comfortable in Havana. Yes, i got tons of attention and i was being generally careful and vigilant, but in the end i was walking 90% of the time with my big camera hanging from my neck and i didn't feel particularly observed or followed. People who know me, know that i can be quite paranoid and worrying at times, so nobody can blame me in being careless. There was only one time in Havana when i ventured a bit too deep into a rather secluded area and at some point i realized that there weren't anymore too many people walking on the street and those that were were kind of dark and ominous looking local men. Yes, maybe i'm falling into stereotypes here and these men were actually pacifists / Buddhists and practising zen-thinking, but at that point i thought it's about time to become paranoid and high tail my ass out of there. So, still alive and kicking plus i got some nice wicked photos from there.


























Anita said that in Havana a lot of people get their bags cut open with a knife and stuff grabbed out of them. Also, popular means of robbery is opening the zipper of your bag (specially in backpacks) and grabbing the first thing they see. Can't do much about getting my bag cut open (though camera-bag has plenty of padding and the thief most likely will not achieve the desired result) but i did find a way to avoid somebody from running by and opening my bag's zipper. It won't of course protect against seriously motivated individuals, but "crime-of-opportunity"-guys are out of luck.




Getting reprimanded


Hihi, i like when people go through the trouble and actually e-mail me to remind that i haven't posted for a while :).

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Fernando: heey girl! its been almost a week, and i dont see a new post on your blog! are you nuts! you cant just leave ppl like that waiting for them I urge you to post one as soon as posible jaja please! i love em!

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Dear Ragne,
We noticed that you haven't posted anything on your blog in the last three days. Unfortunately this just won't do and we will have to pester you from now until the moment you post something. Please do so at your earliest convenience.

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Yours truly,
Automatic blogging reminder team

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Hihi

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