Hello from Cuba (16) - The Final Day

Wednesday, April 27, 2005After successfully catching a sunburn we caught
Hello from Cuba (16) - The Final Dayanother bus back into town and sat around in a
My god, how time flies.... I have now been back fromtourist cafe along the waterfront. A group of
Cuba for close to 10 days, and my reentry into theperformance artists on stilts, the so-called "Teatro de
business world has been the usual: tons of projectsla Calle" (Street Theatre) came by and perched high
to catch up on, accounting stuff to be taken careup on their stilts, they danced to the ubiquitous
off, marketing strategies to be worked out, etc. etc.rhythms of Salsa.
As a result I didn't have time yet to tell you aboutLater that afternoon we caught the local ferry to the
my final day in Cuba and my reflections and insightsother side of Havana Bay, to a residential
after my return.neighbourhood called "La Regla". This is definitely not
On Friday afternoon I checked out the Plaza de laa tourist area, so we just hopped off, walked around
Revolucion, which is the seat of the Fidel Castro'sfor a half hour and returned to the ferry dock. Our
government and the seat of the "Comite Central" ofeffort was rewarded with a view of one of the
his communist party. It is a large square that is usuallymost beautiful sunsets across Havana Bay before we
used for political rallies and speeches and the tworeturned to the downtown area to head into the
most distinguishing features are a huge image of CheBarrio Chino for a final tasty, yet affordable meal.
Guevara on a building on the west side of theI headed back to the hotel fairly early since I still had
square, as well as the memorial to Jose Marti which isto pack my suitcase. Sunday morning I took a little
composed of an obelisk-like tower and a huge statuewalk through the neighbourhood, taking a few final
of the national hero. The Plaza de la Revolucionsnapshots of the area, including the Habana Libre
definitely has a very monumental feel to it and Ihotel and the famous Coppelia icecream park. Pedro
would have like to be there and experience thehad dropped by and we said our goodbyes in front
atmosphere during a rallye or speech.of my hotel.
Well, Saturday, April 16 was my last full day in Cuba.My friend Pedro had been my tourguide, my local
The day started out rainy and grey but the weatherexpert and my bodyguard against the constant
managed to clear up nicely, so much so that I forgotonslaught of male attention for close to 2 weeks and
to put on sunscreen and I got myself burned on mywe had developed a great friendship. We dropped by
arms pretty badly. I now officially have a tanline halfat his sister-in-laws who works in the neighbourhood
way down my upper arm since I was wearing aand another round of goodbyes was exchanged.
t-shirt with sleeves - not a pretty sight....In the airport shuttle I connected with another young
My trusted friend and tour guide Pedro came towoman from Vancouver who had also attended a
meet me early for our last excursion around Havana.2-week course at the University of Havana and we
As we had done earlier in the week, we walkedexchanged stories and experiences on our way, in
towards downtown and there were a few thingsSpanish, of course.
that I had not seen yet. We walked all the way toI think what made this trip so unique and special was
the Capitolio and caught a public bus across the baythe fact that I had the opportunity to connect with
to get to the famous statue "Cristo de la Habana", alocals and to be immersed and receive a personal
17m high statue dating to the late 1920s, that looksintroduction to the Cuban lifestyle. I had made a real
at downtown Havana and the harbour entrance fromeffort to seek out contacts with locals, in
a ridge on the other side of the water.restaurants, in the bank, at the bus station, at the
The view from up there was fabulous. We saw theuniversity, really whereever I could.
entire skyline of Havana (obviously pretty devoid ofMy experience in Cuba was made most special by
skyscrapers), had a view of the entire Bay ofthe people that I met. I really have to thank Pedro,
Havana and saw a huge cruise ship anchored at thehis family, my friend Sandra in Vinales and all the
Terminal Sierra Maestra. (Incidentally, due to theother local Cubans who showed me great hospitality
embargo, any cruise ship docking in Cuba is notand who taught me so much about this strange and
allowed to dock in the US for 6 months..).unique country.