Oh gosh! The food was sooo TERRRIBLE then! I remember, on my first trip, thinking to myself...no WONDER it's "ALL INCLUDED", there's NOTHING to eat! :rof:
Now, you can get just about anything your little heart desires in Cuba! I'd LOVE to turn back the clock on those people who regularly complain about the food in Cuba now! I wonder what they would do?
Ahh yes, the sugar cane toilet paper...now that was a BAD idea!
Yah I remember Pepe fondly...not just from that first trip either. He was so great to everyone - ALL the time! I'm thinking you must know some people that I'm familiar with who have also been going there for years?
One of my strongest memories from those years is this day of things that happened that really opened my eyes as a Canadian:
- I started out the day saying good morning to the guys cleaning the beach bar and as I passed by, one of them shuffled me out of the clearing and handed me some US cash asking me if I would mind going to the store for him to buy some candy and gums for his kids! I couldn't believe that he wasn't allowed in the store! You should've seen the bag of candy I brought back with me...his money was buried underneath it, back in the bag too! He cried he was so happy, but had to hide it for fear of getting caught with it.
- Next, I had arranged with a couple of the animators of the hotel to rent a car and go to Havana for the day. As we got into the car, they each handed me rolls, about 2 inches in diameter, of US bills (tips), and asked me to carry them in my camera case. At that time, Cubans weren't allowed to carry USD and if caught, well...it meant big trouble for them. I complied and so we ended up stopping in Matanzas City to drop off one of the rolls to the woman's mother's house, who was caring for her baby while she worked in Varadero!
- The last event that was the shocker for me that day was at La Copelia in Havana. As we approached, I couldn't believe my eyes! The lines went on for what seemed an eternity! My Cuban friends walked straight to the front of the line, said a few words and then tried to get me to stand in the front of about 150 people with impatient children. I refused and explained how rude that would be...my friends laughed and told me that I didn't understand..."you are NOT Cuban and only Cubans must wait for ice cream"! I was floored. Still, I persisted with my argument and walked to the back of the line, all the while passing people as they shook their heads in disapproval at me! That was just plain weird.
Thanks to you too as well for this little trip down memory lane. What a nice conversation this is.
Charmaine :cubadreamin: