Havana is the capital of Cuba, the city where as I’ve already mentioned past tries to catch the future and somehow can’t make it just quite yet. Perhaps this is what makes it so special. We spent only two days here and later regretted we haven’t stayed a bit more.
After an abundant breakfast we headed to explore the old centre of the capital. I always fail to learn that distance and orientation are just something subjective (and therefore different in every country) and of course instead of going right towards the city-centre, we went all the way around. But nothing major, this snafu allowed us to see the gorgeous beach-side avenue and we entered the city centre from the sea side like proper European Conquistadores. Whilst wandering along the ancient cobbled streets and being constantly bombarded by offers that we ‘can’t refuse’, we suddenly heard a loud, persistent ‘Hola!!’ coming from amidst the crowd. I wanted to turn back and give the pesky street-merchant a piece of my mind when we quickly found out that the bellows were coming from a Slovenian couple who were on the same plane as we were. Ahh, what a small world! Finally, we managed to introduce ourselves to one another (Miha and Metka from Mežica – three Ms! 😊) and agreed that next time we bump into one another we will definitely go for a beer since our mission for today was to visit a few museums.
Well, we skipped the first museum as we hadn’t changed Euros to CUC by then. We skipped the second one as we felt it was too expensive and the third one because we were kinda lazy. The fourth one – I’m not too sure why we skipped this one, but hey, what can you do… 😀 But there was one we sure wanted to go – the Rum museum of Cuba. 😀 We were lucky and arrived at the museum just five minuted before the tour had started. Well, that was at least what we thought; in reality, we reached the museum one hour and five minutes too early, as the clocks went back an hour during the night (That would also explain why we had to wait half a fricking hour to get our breakfast at “8am” :D). But back to the museum – the tickets weren’t all that cheap – a whopping 7 euros, but the rum-tasting is included, so we gave it a go 😉. As we still had to wait an hour, we sat in the shade of the interior courtyard and indulged in the noble act of Cuba-Libre tasting. The bartender was quite charitable with the amount of alcohol, so we were feeling rather tipsy already before the tour :P. The museum itself wasn’t soo special and the amount of rum offered to us during the taste-test was quite low for Cuban standards. However, the tour guide was rather entertaining, which made the whole experience quite worth-while 😊
As we decided to make this day our museum day, we visited another such establishment – Museo de la Cuidad. This one required quite a lot of inventiveness from our side. You see, after paying the tickets, we were strolling along the endless corridors of the museum and were approached by tour guides, offering us a tour of a corridor, that had been blocked off to other guests. Off course we decided to see these marvellous hidden gems personally, not knowing that the tour guide expected a tip afterward. You can imagine that the tour guides weren’t too happy as we failed to give them any pesos 😊. Perhaps the most pleasant attraction of the entire museum was the colourful peacock, which strolled around the courtyard.
As we decided to go strolling around the other quarters of the old town the next day, enjoying a delightfully colourful cocktail on the terrace of the Hotel Nacional (once visited by the most notorious of mobsters) and driving with a cabriolet into the sunset, we ran out of time to visit more museums. Well, maybe next time. 😊