When I finally arrived in Santa Clara ,
I went walking to find the famous Che memorial.
It was a very hot day and a lot longer of a walk than I was
anticipating. Once at the memorial I
walked around and read all of the statues. Then, I went inside to the museum
and the mausoleum where Che and 29 other soldiers were brought after finding
their bodies in Bolivia
in 1997.
Aside from being the site of the famous Battle of Santa
Clara, which brought Che to Fidel’s attention and was a huge victory for the rebels fighting against the regime
of General Fulgencio Batista, there is not much reason to visit Santa
Clara . Most
people simply go to visit the memorials and pay their respects. The Battle of
Santa Clara is also what is proudly commemorated on the three dollar peso national bill.
There is also a tobacco factory, but it was closed on the
Sunday I was there. That of course, did not stop la dueña or the bicitaxi driver
from telling me that it was surely open.
I suppose I should not have been surprised to find the doors locked upon
my arrival. The guide does tout the
tobacco factory in Santa Clara as
being better, cheaper and more thorough than the one in Havana ,
and I was sad to miss it.
Back at the casa, I
intended to sleep off my hangover and catch up on my writing and reading. But that did not happen. La dueña had told me earlier that day that they would be
celebrating her son in law’s birthday later than evening on the rooftop
terrace. She invited me to come and
celebrate.
Soon after entering my room, there was a knock at my door. They
invited me up, but first they needed to use my fridge to keep all of the beer
they had. I politely declined twice, not
wanting to drink again and not thinking myself very good company. Upon the
third request I acquiesced and joined the 15 people gathered on the
terrace.
I was given a shot of rum which I sneakily poured into the
lemon TuKola I was drinking. I didn’t stay long, but was able to wish the
birthday boy a happy birthday and see what a birthday party looks like in Cuba ,
not unlike parties I see here. Good to know some things are always the same.
Traveling Tip # 17
At this point I guess I would suggest taking the busses.
Perhaps you’ll have better luck than me, but I was getting very tired of
getting the run around from all these car drivers, thinking I was getting a
great deal and saving so much time, all to be lied to and lied to over and
over. My Spanish is decent enough; it was not a problem with communication. It
was simply them wanting to make a dollar no matter what and telling me what I
want to hear. But you’re a traveler, you know these things happen.
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