My Trip to Cuba: Day 1 (Walking 14km in Havana)

My Trip to Cuba: Day 1 (Walking 14km in Havana)

By |2016-09-02T09:55:36-04:00September 2nd, 2016|Cuba|16 Comments

Trip to Cuba - Plaza Old Havana

Less than five minutes after we walked onto the streets of Havana for the very first time, my friends and I were strolling along the sidewalk when a man clad in a bright yellow t-shirt, carrying two large canvas bags, called out to us. Before I knew it, I was helping this jolly fellow carry one of those heavy bags while engaging in some conversation with him. Suddenly, he stopped walking, we put the bags down and he pulled out a bottle of rum. He poured some into a plastic cup and handed it to me, and then he poured one for himself. We both said “Salud!”, he followed up with a “Bienvenidos a Cuba!” and we each threw back our shots. Then we simply shook hands, smiled and nodded to each other and went our own ways. My trip to Cuba had begun.

Even though our flight landed in Havana at 3:45pm, and my friends and I didn’t get to the guesthouse until 5:30pm, my first day in Cuba was indeed eventful, fascinating and bizarre nonetheless.

We ended up walking 14 kilometers during that first evening and night, all over the Vedado neighborhood, all along the coast, all through Old Havana and who knows where else.


The sunset that we watched from the Malecon was superb in every way. As we sat on the seawall, the sun melted into the horizon, providing a brilliant welcome show. It was one of those sunsets that also melts your heart, transports you to a different place, a so very peaceful place, so very far from your troubles and struggles. You can only stare straight ahead and feel the quiet inside, lean on something or someone, and remain in that far off land for as long as you possibly can.


During our 14 kilometer wander, I interacted with vendors, taxi drivers, rickshaw drivers, waiters, shopkeepers, people in the streets. At one point, I accidentally pulled out a large wad of cash from my pocket, in front of a small shop, on a very dark street, at 10pm, with a group of observant young men behind me. They pointed, they laughed, they inched closer, they whispered among themselves and I tensed up…and then…they told us to watch the bottle of rum we were buying because it was about to fall off the counter. And they chatted with my friend. All was fine, we said goodbye and walked away.

A huge muscular man ran by us on the sidewalk, wearing a tight black leotard-like running outfit, with his small dog in tow. A moment later, a prostitute high on something, stumbled by. Drunk men sang out loud in front of the sea, taxi drivers honked their horns at us, teenagers walked by hand in hand.

There weren’t large crowds of people anywhere, yet there were small groups here and there and a scattering of people popping up in the most random places, moving with seemingly no order, yet with a steady rhythm nonetheless. One lady appeared in front of me after she had climbed over a fence, a man crossed the street in a slow jog, a few people danced to some loud music under a tree, a guy sitting on the stoop of a dilapidated building asked if we wanted to learn salsa, a woman stood in her doorway wiping the sweat from her forehead with a white towel.

Old Cars

Old cars zoomed around the corners, 50 and 60 year-old Chevys and Fords and Ladas, the kind I knew existed here in Cuba but that my brain was not able to fully believe until I saw them with my own eyes, right there on the streets before me. On this first day I saw more of these classic cars than I have seen in my entire life, some of which looked like they just came out of the factory yesterday, many looking like they’ve been patched up thousands of times. Was it cool? Indeed. Was it odd to realize that they are stuck with these ancient, beat-up vehicles because people have no other options? Absolutely.

Trip to Cuba - Old Cars in Havana

Internet and Water

Shockingly, in this land where internet is supposedly so scarce, we passed three public wifi areas, where dozens of people were checking the internet on their phones, during the one and a half hours it took us to find a shop selling bottled water. We could barely find any shops at all. And while we didn’t check the internet on this night, we quickly realized that getting online wouldn’t be as difficult as we had imagined on this trip. Finding water would be more difficult than we imagined and we quickly understood that if we passed a shop selling it, that was the time to stock up with as much as we could carry.

Glimpses and Confusion

The colors, the architecture, the bad-assery, the odd glances, the consistent attempts at scams, the long search for a place to eat, the peaking into the homes through the open doors and windows, the shops selling eggs, the shops selling nothing but beer and rum…the feeling that everything around me was truly stuck in time in a way that I never thought I would actually witness, despite everything I had heard about Cuba.

To be honest, I really had no idea what was going on during that first wander, during that first day.

Trip to Cuba - Egg Shop in Havana

Around every corner, in every direction I sent my eyes, I really was stuck at times. I could not interpret, I could not make much sense of my surroundings. It made me question, it made me think. It made me dream, it made me smile, it made me sad. It made me thankful. And I fully loved and appreciated every minute of the experience at the same time, in more ways than I could ever describe.

Actually, this is what travel does if you let it. And in my opinion, you really should let it. It takes your head and knocks it around a good amount, it determinedly makes sure everything you thought about how the world works suddenly doesn’t seem so certain. Travel breaks you, it overjoys you, it makes you dizzy and drunk and tearful and fascinated and it offers, without warning, endless new ideas and perspectives that you must ponder and deal with, in the raw.

And if you can’t handle that, long-term travel probably isn’t for you. I love it personally, I’m addicted in fact. A trip to Cuba, a trip anywhere…it’s why I’m still bouncing around.

Trip to Cuba - Hanging Laundry in Havana

So, that first night in Havana…eventually, we found a restaurant and we had a decent meal. Eventually, a shop was found too, one that sold bottled water and rum, both of which we purchased. And eventually, tired from the long, long day of flying and wandering, a taxi was hailed and back to our guesthouse we went.

Just as the day had started, with that shot of rum, we naturally soon found ourselves ending the day by sipping some more of the same. And then, once our glasses were empty, off to sleep we went, day one in Cuba complete.

Have you been to a destination that left you confused? Where? Does travel often force you to reevaluate your ideas and beliefs?

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  1. Kacee July 24, 2019 at 4:34 pm - Reply

    I’m heading to Cuba tomorrow and stumbled across your blog. This piece was beautiful written. Thanks for sharing!

  2. Didier November 20, 2016 at 6:03 pm - Reply

    Hello Earl,

    I’m going to Havana in December. In which house did you stay? Could you pass me the contact? Thanks!

  3. Steven October 16, 2016 at 10:59 pm - Reply

    Oh my gosh!!! Cuba??? I’m so jealous. I hear it’s incredible.

  4. Snow September 24, 2016 at 8:50 am - Reply

    Great writing! I find that the first day somewhere is often very disorientating. I’ve taken as a habit to try to get a good night’s sleep first, before I do anything too ambitious 😉

  5. Erika Bisbocci September 19, 2016 at 5:09 pm - Reply

    It is incredible that you found wifi in public places, but had such a difficult time finding bottled water. The only destination that I have visited that gave me the same sense of confusion, was probabaly Transnistria in Moldova. I’d definitely like to visit Cuba within the next year or so, before it becomes too “normal.”

  6. Empathy September 12, 2016 at 6:29 pm - Reply

    Imagine this , I only discover travelling blogs only a few days ago and I find them to be very interesting . Sorry , English is not my mother tongue . I always love to travel alone because there is something powerful about travelling alone . I have some money but can’t do it right now because I have some commitments , I have to take care of my cat and my sister and her family all rely on me so at best I can only travel for 10 days only at a time . But I only want to visit countries that are safe for solo travelers . The reasons why I love traveling is that I love making new friends all over the world and I love doing long walks . Right now I do long walks late at night alone regularly but I live in a country that is usually safe to do so .

  7. Leah Gage September 9, 2016 at 3:51 pm - Reply

    Really exciting to get your newsletter in my mailbox just as the Nonprofit I am working with is making plans to sail from Florida to Cuba this winter. Would love to know more of your experience as it unfolds and in the aftermath of it.

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  9. Punita Malhotra September 5, 2016 at 2:26 am - Reply

    I am so fascinated by everything in Cuba, specially the old-world charm and the color and the vintage cars! Great post…you inspired me even more 🙂

  10. Bruno September 4, 2016 at 8:05 am - Reply

    I completely get you when you say a destination can get you confused. I had the same feeling in Malta – a very weird but interesting nonetheless – mix of culture and beliefs.

  11. Larry Michalski September 2, 2016 at 11:24 pm - Reply

    The best descriptive narrative you have ever written….so true …when we let ourselves melt
    into a culture…thanks for another glimpse into your world of travel!
    Larry & Amm

  12. James September 2, 2016 at 3:18 pm - Reply

    I was in Cuba for a couple of weeks last February. Like you, definitely was not what I expected. Was I confused, overwhelmed, scared, nervous, frustrated? Yes, 100%. But despite all of that, it did shake up my head, as you say, in this way that somehow had a direct effect on my heart. I fell in love with the compassion these people showed on a daily basis. They were charismatic, full of life, gritty, authentic and funny. Salsa, and the smooth, fast moving Cubano Spanish was the soundtrack of their beautiful land. All of that plus having to overcome, or just embrace really, all of those initial feelings made my two weeks in Cuba totally worth it, and totally revelatory.

  13. Erin September 2, 2016 at 12:52 pm - Reply

    This pretty much sums up my feelings, especially confusion, on visiting Cuba this past May. I found it quite a difficult place to travel, but I learned a lot and find the country’s history pretty fascinating.

  14. suhib furarah September 2, 2016 at 11:47 am - Reply

    My first trip to Rio de Janeiro in july 2014. It was my first time in south america and first time in the southern hemisphere. It was a misty humid winter and i definetely relate as I felt dreamy, hazy and blissfully confused.

  15. Kate Voss September 2, 2016 at 10:35 am - Reply

    I’m so excited to read about the rest of your posts on Cuba, I am planning to go there in a few months! It is at the top of my Travel-To list, and has been for 3 years. I can’t wait!

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