Sailing from the US to Cuba is only a short journey of under 80NM and so, not too taxing…I hope.
Marathon (US): 24° 41.684’N 81° 07.264’W
Varadero (Cuba): 23° 07.868’N 81° 17.919’W
After a very stressful and strained 3 months in the U.S. buying and fitting out Reality (Catalina 47′) for ocean passages, finally, we are ready to leave…on the very last day that my 90-day Visa Waiver expires.
Heading out of Marathon around 2pm bound for Cuba with a light breeze and clear skies, it’s such a relief to finally see the U.S. coastline fade away in the distance.
All was well until about 5 hours into the sail when we start hitting the Gulf Stream, which brings 3-4 metre confused seas and unfortunately, the wind also starts gusting to 30 Knots.
I am sick for the rest of the trip and until we sail out of this area, around 8 hours later.
Such an exhilarating and exciting feeling making out the faint outline of land on the horizon, when you see a new country slowly coming into view!
At about 5 am, I start calling the “Guardia” (Frontier Guard) on VHF as we are 17NM out of Cuban waters. An approaching vessel to Cuba must call when reaching the 12NM zone.
No one answers and I can’t raise the Marina either so we have to slow Reality down for the next 4 hours, as you’re not allowed to just enter a country unannounced, especially Cuba.
Finally, just after 9am and only 3NM out, a voice answers our call and directs us to the Quarantine dock.
Waiting another couple of hours at the Quarantine dock, officials arrive…an entourage of 9 officials and 2 sniffer dogs.
The doctor boards first with paperwork and asks if we are “strong” – of course we reply, so she’s happy. Following the doctor are the sniffer dogs and handlers, which board Reality one-by-one, each spending 10 to 15-minutes going through the boat – we really look like drug runners.
The rest of the officials come down below and plonk themselves around the saloon table then proceed to spread paperwork everywhere…Cuba is re-known for its paperwork.
The Agriculture officer counts all our fruit and vegetables then advises that we can keep everything – nothing is mentioned about our pot plant on board.
The female Customs officer goes through our fridges and advises we cannot have eggs. Given the option of cooking up four-dozen eggs in ten minutes or she will confiscate the eggs – the eggs are confiscated. The officer then return a dozen to us and almost orders me to cook the eggs on the spot.
Advising that all our meat had to be confiscated or “Sello”…I understood this as selling and didn’t know why they’re telling us to sell the meat. Checking this word’s meaning in a dictionary, it is “sealed”.
All the meat is sealed with a lead staple and so, cannot be consumed whilst in Cuba.
One of the Customs Officer starts looking through our CDs and DVDs and I remember that we have couple of X-rated DVDs on board. Of course the officer finds these and shows the head customs officer. With a look of disgust on her face, we’re advised that these are illegal in Cuba, must stay on the boat, and not to give the DVDs away or sell any.
The irony is that the female officers wear skirts up around their waists almost, with very high heels but are disgusted with the DVDs. Have since learnt that modesty is not the dress code in Cuba. The shorter and tighter the dress, and higher the heels, the better…regardless of age, shape or size.
Mini skirts, pole dancing shoes, and heavy eye makeup are all the go in Cuba.
Finally the entourage leaves almost 2 hours later. Shaking hands, the officers welcome us to Cuba. All for the bargain basement price of USD$120.
Although arriving safe and sound, we don’t have any Cuban money as it’s not available in the US (of course). Nor can we get Canadian dollars, which is the preferred currency.
We soon learn that this country operates on 2 currencies…one for the locals and one for tourists – two totally different note and coinage systems and is the way in which the government controls and basically keeps its people very poor.
Locals are not allowed to posses the tourist Peso and tourists are not allowed to possess the local Peso.
If Cubans somehow happen to obtain tourist Pesos, these can only be changed in a bank at the government’s exchange rate, which is very low and not equivalent to the true value.
Cuba is expensive.
As an example, to change US dollars incurs a 20% commission. A cash advance from MasterCard incurs a 10.5% commission, plus whatever your bank at home charges at the other end.
There is no black market for US dollars here as the government made this currency almost worthless. Although, there is a thriving black market for food and goods, to which the officials turn a blind eye.
Rum is cheap in Cuba but groceries are expensive, for tourists anyway. Even Cuban cigars are expensive, which doesn’t stop me buying some.
It is extremely difficult to experience the country as Cubans are not allowed to associate with tourists and vice-versa.
Apart from not being able to speak Spanish and kind of getting by with a little Italian, locals just won’t talk to us as they are very scared.
Apparently, locals snitch on each other and there are even “Block Rats” here – people that turn in neighbours to authorities that have tourists in their homes.
As a tourist, I cannot invite a Cuban back to the boat for coffee or dinner. So, apart from the superficial contact with taxi and bus drivers, shops assistants, and officials, which only lends itself to just scratching the surface of the people and understanding the country, this is the extent of mixing with Cubans, so far.
Tourists are not allowed to ride the local buses and they are not allowed to stop for us…we have special tourist buses.
Walking along the dusty road for kilometres trying to hail down local buses, not one stopped.
For me, this is worse than Apartheid when I travelled through Africa in 1985. At least in Africa, I could hop on a “Blacks Only” bus (yes, this was the label) and the locals would just laugh and joke about a “white” person on their bus.
At the marina, we are under 24-hour surveillance, and locked up with an armed guard at the gate.
The rule is to show the ‘Customs’ people at the marina our bags each time we return from the shops, but most times they are not bothered. Not sure if the guard is for our own protection, or just to keep an eye on what tourists are up to, or keep the Cubans out.
Cubans are so poor. As an example, an average worker earns the equivalent of USD$7 per month and a doctor earns USD$35 per month. Apparently, a bag of rice is worth almost a month’s wage. So, people are unable to crawl out of poverty’s abyss…very sad and depressing indeed.
The horse and cart is still a preferred method of transport here although if you have ever seen a documentary on Cuba, you’ll remember the old 1950s Chevys that scream up and down the streets of Havana.
The cars are so decrepit and rusted out that it makes you wander how they’re still on the road – a novelty to see nevertheless. Cubans are not a throw-away society.
You see many more cars in Havana than the outskirts although not too many new ones, of course.
As one “tourist” Peso is equivalent to USD$1 (minus the 20%), this also makes transport expensive. The US is much cheaper for transport.
I’m thinking that the local buses must also be expensive as every day the streets are lined with hundreds of people hitching lifts in and out of towns, and just to get around the area.
I want to hitch but I doubt that anyone would pick us up anyway. There are loads of women hitching on their own, which makes me think it is a safe country in which to stick the old thumb out.
Taking a bus from Varadero to Havana for the day, which is almost three hours away, forgot my iPod on the boat – tragic – but still can hear the music in my head whilst the bus ambles on at a moderate pace.
I love Havana its plethora of wonderful old architecture, everywhere.
The city is alive and bustling. People are vibrant.
If you wander around all day, you will only see a small pocket of Havana.
I would love to stay longer but we are on a tight schedule, so this is not to be…this time.
As expected, the city is full of tourists and where there are tourists there are beggars, which managed to fleece us of Pesos…
I just can’t help it, and anyway, they are so poor compared to us that what does a few Pesos really matter?
It is such a shame that most of the beautiful buildings here are crumbling, with some propped up by scaffolding.
Only very few are restored to their original state of grandeur. This place would be a feast for the eyes if only the government pumped some $$$’s into the city.
Strolling around for a while, we checked out the shops…well what resemble shops.
Many are very run down, the merchandise is very dusty, and looks as if it has been sitting on shelves an age. The Cubans wander in and out of these shops all day, without buying anything as of course, nothing is affordable.
It feels as if the locals just visit the shops to see what’s available and what they can’t afford.
Without any sort of city map, we walk down the never-ending streets and apparently start wandering out of the tourist “Safe Zone”.
A guy from within his shop came rushing out and advised to be careful further on as we would be mugged…ignorance is bliss! Then he proceeds to invite us back to his place for dinner. So there are Cubans that will brave their comfort zone to make contact with us Gringos.
As we don’t have anyway back to the marina other than a bus and not knowing the bus times, we have to decline – I’m gutted.
Returning to Varadero
Returning to Varadero around 9 pm, our bus driver would not stop at the marina. So, had to walk back a couple of kilometres in the dark as there are not street lights.
The sound of guitars playing and a small party is going on at the marina.
A shame having to decline yet another invitation today, but can’t join the party as we set sail early tomorrow and pretty tired.
Boats in this marina are mostly Canadian-owned. Owners leave their boats here, fly back and forth from Canada to spend winters cruising Cuba, whilst using Varadero as a base.