|Classic cars, two on a bicycle built for one and a mototaxi cruise |
along Havana's famous beach side Malecon.
|Just a few of the classic American cars we saw|
in Cuba, most in mint condition.
|Wish we knew the story of where this VW|
Beetle going. It was on a boat in
Mariel Hemingway marina.
There's also an odd mix of cars from countries not averse to trade, often clunky Eastern European models, plus some Beetles, and a smattering of luxury cars like BMW's we're more familiar with.
Diesels, and gas guzzlers practically belch their way down stunning World Heritage architecture lined avenues. Havana exudes an oddly gritty beauty, akin to Venice's stinking canals, exquisitely proud in their very decay.
|Wrong bus from Santa Fe to Havana Viejo.|
|As we got further from Havana, the bus|
got uncrowded enough to take this photo.
P4 into Havana Viejo is a popular bus!
Mass transit, including accordion buses are an integral part of getting around cheaply in Havana. Our hour and a quarter bus ride was less than $2 each, though every seat was filled and the aisles were 4 passengers deep the length of the bus. Click here for more about our (mis)adventures taking the bus to Havana. A classic car taxi ride would've been quicker, though the price was about $20-30 one way.
|The touts for Havana's horse-drawn carriages|
aggressively offered their services.
More intriguing are Havana's veritable kaleidoscope of transportation options.... pedicabs (click here to read about our New Year's eve pedicab experience), moto taxis, and horse drawn carriages. I regret not capturing more pedicab photos -- they were as individual as their owners, protecting their passengers with canopies upheld with re bar, festooned with lights, captions and various and s. As well, we saw families tooling along in motorcycles with a sidecar, and three and four astride bicycles. P4, the bus that runs from Mariel Hemingway terminates at Havana's train station.
|Moto taxis are small! They're essentially a cross|
between a motorcycle and a car.
Ironically, the photo I most regret not capturing is of a family of about a dozen who piled out of their vintage "van," (no idea what their behemoth turquoise wonder was) asking to posed on our boat. We wondered, afterward, how many laws me might've unwittingly broken to honor their request. Most of the Cubans we met were terrified of boats, the concept of crossing crossing hundreds and thousands of miles on a boat in unfathomable for most Cubans we met. Maybe it's too much publicity of overcrowded boats trying to flee Cuba....
|These skaters zipped passed us on our long wait|
for the P4 bus to Havana's old town district.
Our single biggest Cuban transportation take-away?
If your time is short, unless (until?) Cuba-US policies change radically, sadly, the worst way to get around Cuba is by sailboat. Cruisers are primarily restricted to a few and not always that conveniently located marinas, not allowed to anchor, except in a few places. However, our time was too short to explore Cuba's Western tip or enjoy the natural wonders of Cuba's Southern coast. My opinion might be quite different. I can only hope to find out firsthand in the not too distant future. If you're intrigued with cruising Cuba, track down a copy of Amaia Agirre and Frank Virgintino's free "A Cruising Guide to Cuba."
|Map of Cuba's marinas, pilfered from Amaia Agirre and Frank Virgintino's|
"A Cruising Guide to Cuba."
This blog post is a retrospective from when we stopped in Cuba. At the time, our boat was docked at Mariel Hemingway Marina, (N23.05.231 W82.29.972). We're now in Panama's historic backwater, Portobelo PANAMA (N09.21.872 W79.53.611), near Colon, Atlantic/Caribbean side entrance to the Panama canal. We're on track for our canal transit, beginning February 13th, 2015.