Wednesday, 18 March 2020

Cuba (4): Viñales to Trinidad de Cuba

From the Straits of Florida to the Caribbean Sea

Leaving Viñales

Cuba

With an early start, breakfast was booked for 5.30. Basita rose to the challenge, had everything ready on time and even produced cheese and ham buns for lunch on the journey.

Our taxi was booked for 6.30, at 6.31 Basita was on the phone asking where it was. It arrived soon enough after that. Before we said our goodbyes she requested the travel company’s voucher for our accommodation and one dinner; she did not ask for any payment for our lunch on arrival, the beer with that dinner, the coffee and biscuits yesterday afternoon or today’s packed lunch. We folded a tip inside the voucher, if we had given it openly she might possibly have refused.

Lynne and Basita, Casa Basita, Viñales

If you ever find yourselves in Viñales, we can recommend Casa Basita!

Five-minutes later we reached the town square where there was a bus with ‘Trinidad’ prominently displayed on its windscreen. We joined the queue to place our baggage in the hold, but when our turn came the driver looked at our tickets and shook his head.

Viñales is just north Pinar del Rio in western Cuba. The journey to Trinidad on the south coast is about 500 km

We had not previously noticed, but a disconsolate looking group was gathering across the road. We mooched over and compared tickets and destinations. ‘Wrong bus company’ somebody said gesturing at the vehicle that had rejected us all. Our group grew a little and after a mildly worrying ten minutes a large cheerful man arrived and led us round the corner to where the right company’s bus was hiding.

Viñales to Cienfuegos

We left ten minutes later than the 7 o’clock schedule, not because of the initial confusion but because of an absent passenger. Neither bus was full, perhaps the European Covid lockdowns were dragging people home and preventing new arrivals replacing them.

‘I’m Joel,’ the cheerful fellow said as we set off, ‘and I’m a singer, like Billy Joel, but with less money, so I do this job, too.’ Not that he did much; at stops he told us for how long, and he announced our destination but, that apart, he was along for the ride.

And it was a particularly interesting ride. For the first couple of hours we retraced our steps from two days ago, back to Pinar del Rio and along the Autopista Este-Ouste to the outskirts of Havana. The autopista runs through flat agricultural land – there was little to look at on the way out, and no more on the way back.

Then we turned south and stopped for coffee.

We stopped for coffee, but garlic was also an option!

After that there was a little more to look at….

Rural Cuba, not the most exciting image, but the views were improving

…but not a lot. We stopped for lunch at a large, smart purpose-built restaurant and services complex. Joel and Benito, the driver, went off for some chicken and rice but we were dining at our B&B and experience suggested it would not be a snack. A meal was out of the question, so like most of our fellow passengers, we had a beer and wandered round until it was time to leave and then ate our cheese and ham buns on the bus.

We had a nice, clean, comfortable bus to travel on

Again it was not a particularly interesting drive…

A colourful spot on the way to Cienfuegos

….until we reached Cienfuegos.

Cienfuegos

Cienfuegos

The capital of a province of the same name, Cienfuegos is one of Cuba’s most important industrial centres and ports. The population is quoted as 160,000 but Cuban population figures are always for the ‘municipality’, a much larger area than the city, which looks a small, tidy settlement on aerial photographs. ‘Cienfuegos’ means ‘100 fires’ but it was named after José Cienfuegos, Captain General of Cuba 1816-19 not a conflagration. Camilo Cienfuegos, one of the leaders of the revolution along with the Castro brothers and Che Guevarra, is revered but has no particular connection with the city.

We stopped to drop off a group of passengers near the pedestrianised centre which looked clean and well-maintained.

Central Cienfuegos

To those passing through, the city looked pleasant, even affluent, though as we turned onto the Circuito Sur which would take us the last 80km to Trinidad, the vehicles coming towards us were a scooter, three horse drawn taxis and a bus.

Cicuito Sur, Cienfuego - one scooter, three horse drawn taxis and a bus

Cuban-American Relations (2)

A poster at the exit of the town boasted that Cuba would smash the American blockade. This has prompted Cuban-American Relations (2). Part 1 can be found in Havana to Viñales.

Smash the bloqueo, Cienfuegos

I will spare you the tortuous story of how Cuba finally wrested its independence from Spain in 1902, with the not-entirely altruistic assistance of the USA. Cuban democracy was always a sickly child, struggling with a series of armed insurrections and American interventions. Meanwhile, Havana became an American tourist centre, particularly during Prohibition, and that brought gambling, prostitution and corruption in its wake.

Fulgencio Batista in 1940

The Great Depression saw sugar prices drop and take Cuba’s shaky democracy down with them. The 1933 Sergeants' Revolt brought power to Sergeant Fulgencio Batista who ruled through a series of puppet presidents before becoming president himself in 1940.

Leaving office in 1944 he went to Florida, returning for the 1952 Presidential Elections. Realising he could not win the vote, he staged a coup and became President anyway.

Back in power, Batista allowed American companies to plunder Cuba’s resources, particularly the sugar industry, while enriching himself from the proceeds of organised crime. Unrest caused by high unemployment made him vulnerable to a counter-coup and even US President Eisenhower realised that Cuba would be better off without him.

It was time for a revolution – which brings us to Part 3, later.

The Caribbean Sea

The Circuito Sur wandered inland for 50 minutes before heading for the coast. Cuba has coastlines on the Atlantic Ocean, the Straits of Florida, the Gulf of Mexico and the Caribbean Sea, though precisely where one stops and the next starts is negotiable. The waters round Havana are ‘Straits of Florida’, but the south coast is incontrovertibly Caribbean and we had our first glimpse as the road descended towards Yaguanabo. The sea is clearly blue, but I shall generalise no further from this one little corner.

The Caribbean at Yaguanabo

Trinidad and Hostal Maidys

Trinidad de Cuba

Half an hour later we were in Trinidad de Cuba, though ‘de Cuba’ is only added when there is a possibility of confusion with the large island at the other end of the Caribbean.

Trinidad is not a large town and the bus was soon parked at Plaza Carillo, the town centre. We were met by a young man who led us round the corner to his cycle rickshaw.

Cycle Rickshaw and driver, Trinidad

From the plaza in the New Town he took us to Calle Gloria in the Old Town, a UNESCO World Heritage Site. The distance was only a couple of hundred metres but it was all uphill – not steep but steadily rising – and the Old Town is cobbled.

Calle Gloria, Trinidad Old Town

Pedalling a heavily laden, single-gear bicycle uphill over old, uneven cobble was hard work and we made slow progress but the young man remained cheerful and obliging, carrying our bags into Hostal Maidys for us.

Hostal Maidys, Calle Gloria, Trinidad

Maidy, like Basita in Viñales, was the lady in charge. Behind the narrow, pastel-painted and well-fortified façade, the house goes back a long a way. There is a family lounge inside the door, beyond that a well-equipped kitchen and then an atrium with potted palms and other plants and two guest rooms off. Upstairs were two more rooms a railing round the atrium and a dining area with four tables. There must be accommodation for Maidy and her family, too, but I am not sure where it was.

The Baleful Influence of Covid 19

A phone call from our local agents informed us of new arrangements for returning home. Today was Wednesday, we were originally booked to return next Tuesday, but with flights being cancelled, our British agents had found us a flight on Friday. I had expressed my displeasure at losing so much of our trip. The new version had us leaving on Monday, sacrificing only our second day at a coastal resort.

Having established all at the B&B was to our liking we went out to find a café with free wifi or, failing that, a hot-spot where we could use the internet card we had bought in Havana to email our British agents and accept the new flights. There was no obvious café, but there was an obvious hot spot and the deed was done.

Spot the wifi hot-spot, Trinidad

As this was our fourth full day, we had developed a routine – we tend to do that sort of thing – and the routine demanded we drop into a appropriate café for a late afternoon cocktail. So we did.

I did not need a shirt, I just borrowed one of the table cloths

Dinner with Maidy

The temptation to compare Maidy with Basita in Viñales was strong, but unfair on Maidy; Basita was incomparable. Maidy was welcoming and efficient and all you would normally hope for in a B&B owner. She produced a good three-course meal for six on time and without fuss.

We dined with a Swedish couple who had arrived just after us, and a British couple who had been there a few days. He was having the holiday from hell – and she was long-suffering. A pre-existing condition had flared up while he was in Cuba and he had seen the inside of a hospital or two. He seemed a little dismissive of Cuba’s usually highly regarded medical services and was desperate to go home, but so far he had only been offered an Aeroflot flight via Moscow in a week's time.

Maidy provided squash soup, fried fish with sweet potatoes and salad followed by ice-cream. It was a big slab of meaty fish – marlin was the consensus view. We had eaten marlin once before, in one of the themed dinners we used to attend in the Reform Tavern, Woodseaves, now long demolished – a few others might remember those.

Tuesday, 17 March 2020

Cuba (3): Walking the Viñales Valley

Tobacco, Mogotes and a Jardin Botanico

Cuba

Breakfast with Basita

Basita apparently believed we needed feeding up. After yesterday's huge dinner, breakfast started with a small mountain of fruit - pineapple, banana, papaya and guava – then ham and cheese omelette, with more ham and cheese on the side and finally pancakes and honey.

Ham and cheese, often in sandwiches, are a Cuban staple. We encountered them frequently and both always came ready sliced from a plastic packet. Whether it is possible to find good ham and real cheese I do not know, but everything else Basita produced was fresh and top quality, so perhaps not.

Viñales is 20Km north of Pinar del Rio in the far West of the island

Julio arrived at 9 o’clock for our walk round the valley – and we had plenty of breakfast to walk off. We stood outside the house as he showed us the intended route on his map.

Lynne on Basita's veranda in the early evening. In the morning we stood there with Julio

Covid Related Alarms and Excursions

We were about to set off when Basita came bustling out and called us back for a phone call from Latin America Travel, the Cuban associates of our British travels agents confusingly called Journey Latin America (JLA). The gist of the call was that we had an email from JLA equiring an urgent response.

That alarm was followed by an excursion into town to the nearest bar with wifi; Julio said he would wait in the bookshop opposite the square. The bar was just opening and they switched on the wifi at our request so we ordered a couple of espressos in return. The email informed us that the earliest they could get us home was Saturday, requiring a return to Havana on Friday. Unaware that the British Government had warned against all but essential overseas travel and advised citizens already abroad to return home, my reply was perhaps a little gung-ho: we were booked to travel home on Tuesday, and that was when we would like to go, or at least as close as possible.

The bookshop opposite the square was closed and Julio was nowhere to be seen. We were beginning to wonder how to fill our day when he appeared carrying a heavy package which he deposited at the local travel company’s office. ‘Are we still walking?’ he asked when we joined him.

Tobacco and Cuban Cigars

We walked back past Basita's and further down the rough road…

Past Basita's and further out of Viñales

….eventually turning left into the countryside. A dusty track of red earth took us between fields, some fenced, some with hedges of cactus and other wild plants.

Tobacco was the main crop and we soon arrived at a tobacco farm. Julio went to find the boss while we waited in the shade of an avocado tree…

Lynne not quite in the shade of an avocado tree, Viñales Valley

…with a view over the tobacco fields to the mogotes (a less extreme version of the karst geology we have encountered elsewhere, particularly around Guilin in China and in Ha Long Bay in Vietnam).

Mogotes beyond a harvested tobacco field, Viñales Valley.

Our host took us to the drying shed where the first part of this year’scrop was busy giving up its moisture.

Tobacco drying shed, Viñales Valley

When the plants flower, he told us, the flowers are removed and the seeds become next year’s crop. Their removal encourages the leaves to grow bigger and they are harvested in three parts; the top, middle and bottom, are each used for different styles of cigars, the strongest from the top and most delicately flavoured from the bottom.

In another shed he showed how, with only a flat surface and a sharp blade, it appears really easy to turn an unpromising bunch of leaves into a cigar – though it is undoubtedly harder than it looks.

He started by stripping out the stalks ‘as that’s the most harmful part’ (and the rest is completely benign?)…

Stripping the stalks from the tobacco leaves, Viñales Valley

…before selecting an outer leaf, cutting all but the eventual ‘wrapper’ into strips, laying them on the outer leaf and giving it a good roll. I had always believed that Cuban cigars were rolled on a maiden’s inner thigh - the truth was a tad disappointing.

Rolling the strips into a rough cigar

He then carefully rolled the rough looking cigar into the wrapper leaf which was stuck into place. The result looked just like a cigar – until he held it up by the end.

Make your own joke

After drying and packing it is ready for sale. Under the Cuban system the government takes a quota from the crop and the surplus can be sold at market prices. Unfortunately for our host, we do not smoke and declined to purchase any. He accepted this philosophically – he must hear it often – and tentatively suggested we might take some home as presents. Again we declined, we know very few smokers and none who smoke cigars.

Cigars for sale, Viñales Valley

We took our leave and continued our walk through the fields.

Continuing through between the fields, Viñales Valley

Passing a stand of bamboo, Julio made a comment about it being used for building in the far east, but it would never do in Cuba because of the high winds. I could have mentioned typhoons, or the many, many other uses of bamboo we have encountered, from guttering to gramophone needles, but if the Cubans have not worked it out for themselves….

Bamboo, Viñales Valley

Since we left the road, we had been continually passed from behind by riders in cowboy hats, some with a string of horses, all with a cheerful ‘Hola. ‘They have to go for a veterinary inspection today,’ Julio explained. Eventually we reached the farm where the inspections were taking place. After that the horses were coming towards us.

Horses on the way to vetinary inspection, Viñales Valley

We followed Julio as the land gently rose…

Following Julio as the land rose

…until we had a view over Viñales town…

Viñales

…. and to the nearest mogote, small and detached from the main group, it is known as Coco Solo.

Coco Solo, Viñales Valley

Common Cuban Birds

Cuban Grassquit
Cuban Tody

Julio heard and then pointed out two birds. The Cuban tody is found in Cuba and its offshore islands, while the Cuban grassquit is slightly more widespread as it is also inhabits the Bahamas and the Turks and Caicos Islands. Both are locally common – and also pretty. I took many photographs, but only of leaves - the birds evaded me entirely. I have borrowed these pictures from Wikipedia.

(Tody by Charles J Sharp, reproduced under Creative Commons Attribution Share-Alike 4.0 International, Grassquit by Richard Taylor, reproduced under Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic)

Cuban Fruit

We reached a café across the dam of a partly empty reservoir…

A dam and a partially empty reservoir, Viñales Valley

…with a view good of the larger slightly more distant mogotes.

Mogotes, Viñales Valley

After a short wait we were introduced to Reuben from the nearby farm who gave us a tour of his fruit trees, including cocoa which may not be a fruit…

Cocoa, Viñales Valley

…and pineapple which is not a tree.

Pineapple, Viñales Valley

We had never heard of mamey, but Reuben assured us it is the best fruit in Cuba, ‘even better than mango’. There are (I have learned) two unrelated fruit called mamey, the yellow mamey or South American apricot (mammea americana) and the red mamey (pouteria sapota) which is common in Cuba and southern Florida. I presume, therefore, that this is red mamey, though the colour only becomes evident when they are cut open.

Mamey, Viñales Valley

We have heard of maracas, but not heard of them growing on a tree. The fruits below are one of four closely related Crescentia fruits. The pulp is not good to eat, but rural Cubans traditionally used the hard shells as bowls or coffee cups, or just dry them with the seeds inside as maracas.

Maracas Tree, Viñales Valley

Coffee is Reuben’s main crop and he introduced us to the surplus they are allowed to sell after the government has taken its quota. Cuban coffee is good and strong, so we bought a bottle of beans. We also tasted Guayabita de Pinar, rum flavoured with small (blueberry sized) guavas, a speciality of Pinar del Rio Province. It was very pleasant, but our 2 litre duty-free allowance was already earmarked for Havana Club 3 year-old, the perfect rum for cocktails, and Havana Club 7-year-old, the most sumptuous of rums, so he made no sale.

Coffee and Guayabita del Pinar, Viñales Valley

Past Coco Solo and Back to Basita’s

Leaving Reuben we walked past a market garden.

Market Garden, Viñales Valley

Somewhere after the tobacco farm we had found our way round the back of Coco Solo (insofar as a mogote has a ‘front’ and ‘back’) and now approached it from the ‘far’ side.

Coco Solo, Viñales Valley

Tracking round the end of the mogote …

Coco Solo, Viñales Valley

…we reached what appeared to be a remote hamlet. Aerial photos suggest it is more the last gasp of Viñales’ straggle into its rural hinterland, but it felt like a different, remoter world.

Rural hamlet by Coco Colo, Viñales Valley

From here we followed the track back to the road past Basita’s. It was well past midday, we had set out in the morning warmth, but the day had become far hotter than is ideal for walking. Julio complained of the heat and asked how we were coping. We may not be so used to it – though we are hardly inexperienced – but I felt comfortable in Viñales, my shoes and socks stained red with the dust that formed a light coating on all exposed skin, and a temperature nudging 30°. It felt a better option than 10° and drizzle in north Staffordshire.

Lunch in Viñales and the Jardin Botánico

We said ‘farewell’ to Julio, washed off as much of the dust as was willing to go quickly and walked into town to find some lunch.

Picking a restaurant with free wifi, but otherwise rather at random we found the beer was a little more expensive but came with a ‘free’ tapa (not a word often used in the singular in this context). We ordered cheese and ham toasties, too, to be on the safe side. The tapa was patatas bravas, and small enough to be just right with the toastie. Many years ago, when I was nowt but a puppy, a wise older man whose name I have long forgotten told me there was no such thing as bad beer, there is just beer and good beer. Cuban beer, whether Bucanero or Cristal is beer, but it was cold and wet and did its job.

Lunch over; we walked down to the Botanical Gardens.

Botanical Gardens, Viñales

As botanical gardens go, Viñales’ garden is small but perfectly formed. Created by sisters Caridad and Carmen Miranda whose family still live on site, it is free (donations are requested) and volunteer guides greet visitors at the gate.

Perhaps the best description of the garden is ‘controlled jungle’ with quirky humour; the odd rag doll appears in the foliage, the ‘beer tree’ is bowed down with cans and bottles, and another tree fruits hard hats.

Hard hat tree, Viñales botanical gardens

My botanical knowledge is weak and we were shown many more plants than I can remember, but here are a few that stuck in my mind.

Plants we normally see growing in pots indoors, like the spider plant…

Spider palnt, Viñales botanical garden

…or the Swiss cheese plant are happy outdoors here.

Swiss cheese palnt, Viñales botanical gardens

There is even a parasitic Swiss cheese plant.

Parasitic Swiss cheese plant

The Ceiba (Kapok) tree was spiritually important to the now wiped out indigenous Cubans, and still is to the Mayans. The founding of Havana was completed under the shade of a Ceiba beside where the Templete now stands.

Ceiba tree, Viñales botanical gardens

The Cuban national tree, the Royal Palm (Roystonea Regia), is a particularly tall ornamental palm….

Royal palm, Viñales botanical garden

…and the path beneath the palm was strewn with the flowers of the shaving brush tree (Pseudobombax ellipticum).

The flower of the shaving brush tree, Viñales botanical gardens

At the end another guide gave a brief talk about their fruit trees and pressed slices of pineapple and starfruit on us. I am not a big fan of starfruit but the pineapple was ripe and sweet.

Fruit at the Viñales Botanical Garden

We then repaired to the little café among the trees to check Reuben’s claim this morning that mamey juice was better than mango. It was reddish, sharpish and thin – mango has nothing to fear.

Back to Basita's

The road to Basita’s is always of interest. We saw no horse-drawn vehicles in Havana, but they abound here, and the old American cars are not for show.

Driving in Viñales - believe it or not, Cubans drive on the right! (in theory)

We thought we might spend an hour sitting on the veranda with a book, but as soon as we arrived Basita plied us with coffee and biscuits and a huge pile of fruit. We could not resist.

Whenwe did reach the veranda we had another visit from the little lad next door with his large knife and even lager scabbard. He ran through his ninja moves and showed how sharp the knife was by slashing at the long grass. Do his parents know he is playing with that knife?

Diner in Viñales

Later we walked into town and ordered daiquiris at the garden restaurant where we drank mojitos yesterday. Their wifi told us there was no news on the flight front, and their menu suggested we might like ropa vieja, literally ‘old clothes’. Ropa vieja, generally popular around the Spanish speaking Caribbean, is one of Cuba’s national dishes. We had to give it a go.

Usually it involves beef being stewed to extreme tenderness and then pulled apart. The sauce is tomato based with onions, peppers, garlic and vinegar and the accompaniment is rice, beans and fried plantains. This was pork rather beef and the beans were missing but otherwise it was fairly typical, I think. We liked it, though it was more comfort food than ground-breaking - but that is the way with Cuban cuisine.

Ropa Vieja, Viñales. Normally I would not recommend drinking beer and cocktails at the same time, but this is Cuba

We had finished eating when four German couples arrived requiring tables to be pulled together. We generously donated ours and had a final cocktail in the more informal seating area.

Sometimes the stress of it all starts to grind me down

Then we ambled slowly ‘home’ in the balmy warmth of the tropical evening.