Baracoa to Havana
Today is my sisters birthday, so happy birthday Lynne.
This morning was free in Baracoa before our early afternoon flight to Havana. After a late breakfast (8:15am) I went for a walk around the dock area and the bay, before making my way to the esplanade, and then up to the entrance to the bay.
In the above photo, the airstrip can just be seen as the flat strip on the opposite headland of the bay.
Our coach that we had from Havana to Baracoa had left us after our arrival in Baracoa, so Karrel had arranged unique transport to get us to the airport, an old Russian truck converted to carry passengers and bags in the rear. I got to ride up front with the driver, and could see the road through the holes in the floor.
Baracoa airport is a small domestic airport, with only a couple of flights to Havana each week.
Our flight departed at 1:45pm, and the flight was approximately 2 hours long. I was sitting next to a young mother nursing her child, who claimed to be an officer in the army. We spent the entire flight looking at her family photos on her smart phone.
On arrival in Havana, we had a brief stop at Plaza de la Revolution. The plaza is a large concrete concourse used for political rallies, with a memorial to Jose Marti on one side, and ministry buildings on the other side with large sculpture murals of Che and another revolution leader on the side of the buildings.
Our guesthouse was a multi storey building in the Old Town. It was large enough that we could all stay in the one guesthouse, but had many narrow stairwells as shown below, up which we had to carry our bags, The view from the rooftop is also shown below.
The above sign was from our bathrooms. The septic system in Cuba is poor, so toilet paper can't be flushed, but goes into a bin in the bathroom.
After dinner tonight, we went to the Buenavista Social club for the evening show. The building is old and decrepit, but is apparently the same venue that has been used since the early 20th century. The CUC30 entry fee included 3 free drinks (Mojito's of course), and the performances were fantastic. Most of left at 11pm to get the coach back to the guesthouse, but Peter & Jill stayed on and made there own way home.