sobota, 06. februar 2016

Hasta la victoria siempre

[8. december 2015]
Zbudil sem se v prijetno jutro ob zvokih petelinov, klicih potujočih prodajalcev (“El pan! El pan!”) in rumenordeči zarji nad strehami hiš. Dogajanje tukaj je res intenzivno oziroma vsak dan dogodivščina, kot se je izrazil Španec, ki z ženo in majhnim otrokom kolesari po Kubi. Moram reči, da imajo pogum.

(...) Še vedno se nisem privadil na kubanski način razmišljanja. Avtobusno podjetje nekje strogo zahteva check-in, drugje še pisarne nima, nekje dobiš listek za prtljago, drugič ne, nekje zaračunajo prevoz prtljage, drugje pobirajo napitnino ali pa sploh nič. A nekako veš, da boš skupaj s prtljago prišel na cilj.

(...) Avtobus je imel 40-minutno zamudo, klimo vklopljeno na najmočnejše hlajenje, po poti pa je voznik ubral bližnjico po ozki in blatni neasfaltirani cesti. Dejansko nisem bil pretirano presenečen. V Santa Clari sem prosil taksista, da je naredil kratek postanek pri spomeniku in grobnici Ernesta “Che” Guevare. Če smo že tukaj, je to skoraj obvezen ogled, nisem pa tak navdušenec nad kubansko revolucijo, da bi čakal v dolgi vrsti za vstop v samo grobnico.

Na drugem koncu mesta se nahaja še ena zanimiva stvar: tren blindado - spomin na enega odločilnih dogodkov kubanske revolucije. Še sprehod do osrednjega parka in počasi bo dovolj. Nikoli nisem bil človek, ki bi ga mesta pretirano navduševala.

(...) Šel sem zamenjat še nekaj denarja. Kljub varčnosti začetni znesek pesov počasi kopni (verjetno pa mi ne bo potrebno dvigniti denarja na bankomatu). Mislim, da je uslužbenka prvič videla (nekatere) evrske bankovce.

(...) Tudi danes sem jedel dobro večerjo - poskusil sem ropa vieja in pil cuba limón v (upravičeno) znani restavraciji Florida Central (pametno je rezervirati vnaprej). Dobra glasbena spremljava pa je na Kubi standard.



Hasta la victoria siempre

[December 8th, 2015]
I woke up at the sounds of roosters, shouts of the travelling salesmen (“El pan! El pan!”) and a yellow and red dawn above the roofs. The happening here is truly intensive or - as a guy from Spain who is cycling Cuba with his wife and a son (they are brave) said - every day is an adventure ...

(...) I still haven't got used to the Cuban way of functioning. Somewhere the bus company strictly demands a check-in, on the other hand in smaller towns there is not even an office. In some places you get a baggage check receipt, elsewhere not, sometimes you have to pay extra for the luggage, the next time they ask for a tip or ... nothing at all. But somehow you know you and your baggage will get to the destination.

(...) The bus had a 40-minute delay, the air-conditioning was set to the minimum and the driver took a shortcut along the narrow and muddy unpaved road. I wasn't surprised too much. In Santa Clara I asked the taxi driver to make a stop at the Ernesto “Che” Guevara monument and mausoleum. The visit is almost a must when coming to Santa Clara. I'm not such a big fan of the Cuban revolution to wait in a long queue to enter the tomb, though.

At the opposite side of town there is another sight: tren blindado - monument to a turning point in the Cuban revolution. I then took a walk to the central square and soon had enough. I've never been too keen on cities.

(...) I had to exchange some money. Even though I am thrifty (not spending too much), the initial amount of pesos is dwindling. (But hopefully I won't have to withdraw more money.) I think the clerk had seen (some) Euro banknotes for the first time.

(...) Once more I had a delicious diner. I tried ropa vieja and drank cuba limón in a justified famous restaurant Florida Central (tip: make a reservation). Great music accompaniment is a standard in Cuba.

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