I then went walking in the direction of the cemetery. I found a bicitaxi
who took me the rest of the way, which was good because I was lost and it
turned out to me much farther than I’d thought. It’d been threatening to rain
all morning. I walked around the
cemetery, found the mausoleum for Bacardi- a great pyramid structure in the
middle of the cemetery- Exactly how I would commemorate him. I continued strolling around the beautiful
cemetery wondering when it would rain. It never really did.
I took another bicitaxi
back to the center of town and found a fast food sandwich. I went across the street for a few mojitos
where I met a giant Cuban boxer. The
boxer was cool for a while until he tried to sell me cigars and then asked me
to buy him a drink. I shook him and then another Rasta looking guy came round
to talk to me. Again, I thought he was cool until he asked me for CUCs in
exchange for pesos to apparently buy balloons for his daughter’s birthday party
that evening. This turned out to be a familiar hustle, balloons, go figure.
I found a taxi to take me to the fort, Castillo De San Pedro De La RocaDel Morro. The taxi was $15 CUC and
would take me and wait for me to return.
It was $4 CUC to get in and another to take photos. The view of the sea
and the bay was beautiful and I saw a family of iguanas, the father scaling the
wall of the fort.
I saw the ceremony of the guards as they took the flag down
for the evening and then watched as they loaded the cannon and heard and saw it
fire off into the sea. I don’t think I’ve ever see a real cannon fire. It was
incredibly loud.
I returned to the
city and ate at a restaurant the taxi shotgunner suggested. (For whatever
reason, the taxi drivers work in pairs. I guess one to do the hustle and the
other to drive. The hustler comes along for the ride and sits shotgun. This
makes it rather inconvenient if you are trying to save money and fit two couples
and their packs into a taxi.)
The place was another beautiful terrace restaurant I would
have never realized was so nice until walking up three flights of stairs. I had
a very nice dinner while listening to the Spanish version of The Eagles played
live by a three piece band.
Traveling tips #4 and #5 Don’t speak the language- There is
a theory that it is because I speak Spanish that people find the opportunity to
speak to me and then ask something of me. I remember telling my dad after
traveling in Colombia that I do not know if it is better now that I speak the
language or not. He didn’t understand what I meant, and I tried to explain that
instead of being oblivious to why we were waiting, or how much something cost, or
what someone was begging for, I now knew. The same can be said here. I love any opportunity I have to practice my
Spanish and get to know the people, though it may be easier to simply pretend I
have no idea that people are asking for something.
Take this advice as you will- I do think the opportunity to
meet and get to know amazing people while traveling far out weighs the more
infrequent disappointments of discovering sometimes they want something from
me. Try as I might, I simply can’t keep my mouth shut now that I know what is
being said. I must respond and generally I am happy I did.
#5- Don’t judge a book by its cover- I would have never gone
into any of the places I ate in Santiago De Cuba
simply from looking at it from the outside. They looked like nothing special,
but as I said, Santiago is a city
built upon itself and once you make your way up the three or four flights of
stairs you find yourself on a beautiful rooftop terrace. Unlike most places
I’ve traveled where the waiters are outside calling people in, Santiago
did not have this, though I wish they would. So be sure and see what’s above.
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