I took the plane from Bogotá at 7.12 in the morning, so that meant I had to be in the airport something like 5.30, damn early. I said goodbye to Marcela and we cried a lot, hugged and said goodbye. I’m going to miss her a lot, but I really have a feeling that I’ll see her again in Denmark or in Colombia soon. I got through the security check and everything passed without problems.
We had a stop in Panamá and after that we arrived in Cuba. Really surreal that I only had 1 month left of my trip. Anyways, I got through immigration and there was a small security check right after. The lady told me that I would get my passport back after I had picked out my backpack. Okay I thought, it turned out though that it was because they wanted to make an interview about drugs. What is it with me and those experiences? They asked me a lot of questions and it seemed like they wanted to stress me too or something. It was really uncomfortable and in the end 2 dogs were all over my bags to see if I had drugs with me. In the end I got through and could go. pyyyyh. I think they picked me because I had rasta plus I had been in Colombia – at least that is the best explination I can think of.
Anyways, I arrived at the casa particular where I was gonna live for the next couple of days. It was a really nice older couple, Margarita y Felo, and I settled in. It turned out Felo was fighting side by side with Che during the revolution, that is so cool, and he was just as excited to tell me about it as I was to hear about it. He showed me medals and other stuff, and it was really exciting.
In Habana I have seen the Plaza de la Revolucion, museo de la revolucion and walked around in Habana centro which is really beautiful. I was offered marihuana in the street which has been the story all through my trip here in South America but I didn’t think it would happen here in Cuba.
The guys here are terrible, worse than anywhere else I have been ever. They say more stuff to you in the streets and they sometimes grab your arm or something. Very uncomfortable. But they hope for you to buy them something, food or drink, or if they are lucky the girl will fall in love with them and help them get out of the country. They have a lot of problems with this, and sex tourism in general. Actually I had a day or two in La Habana when I didn’t feel like leaving the house because if you look at someone they immediately think that you are interested in talking to them or buying them stuff. So walking in the street is terrible, and the best solution that I found was simply to stay in the house.
The internet situation is really crappy in Cuba as well. The government tries to make it hard to get, and indeed it is. Only if you have an exceptional case can you have internet at your job, and the cubans are not allowed to use the internet in generel. Turists can finde the slowest internet ever at hotels where they have computers with internet. Here you buy a card with 1 hour of internet access which you can use at once or split up in smaller portions, but you can only use the card where you bought it. It is very unpractical and very expensive. Mostly it cost 30 kr. for an hour. Damnit I’m glad that I don’t live somewhere where it is that difficult with the internet.
The lovely couple Margarita and Felo.
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