A stadium without ball games and a river without a bridge

We took a long walk to Playa Blanca. The way leads along the beach past the side of the disused baseball stadium at the edge of the town. It got built, used and never repaired. But building it literally next to the ocean also doesn’t really help to keep it in a good shape. The bridge over the river was also broken – apparently it gets washed out during big storms and then slowly repaired again, meaning that most of the time there is no bridge. At any rate there was a boat to take us across, though we had … Continue reading

Being part of Cuban daily life in a small town

Today we went to Boca de Yumurí at the mouth of Río Yumurí, which is the second river next to Baracoa. But first we had to get gas. I paid with a 50 CUC note which required me showing them my passport, them writing down the serial number of the note and getting my signature. I had seen some weird rumours on the internet about how difficult it is to use 50 CUC notes (it is, after all, more than 2 months wages in a single note) but all-in-all it wasn’t too bad. I wouldn’t want to try and use … Continue reading

Take two foreign tourists, a bad map, no food or water and the worst road in Cuba…

We got up relatively early and spent some time with our host, the older woman. She talked about her life and I think she used to be a teacher, but my Spanish is just not good enough. After expectantly waiting for breakfast for 20 minutes we finally pushed forward with what questions we could muster and discovered it was actually in the house next door. It turned out to be worth the wait – coffee, bread, butter, honey, fruits and a huge omelette. There was also someone who spoke English in the Casa – in addition to running a Casa … Continue reading