Another day in Havana and even more new things learned. I packed up from my casa and set forth for the omnibus station to try to purchase my boat ticket to the Isla de la Juventud where I plan to go at the end of my trip, again. I say again, since I was there for 2 hours the day previous, but then, classic, couldn’t buy anything (I also got stuck in torrential rain, read that blog about Getting Lost in Havana!
Locals in Cuba are Amazing!
The lady then told me to come back “tomorrow morning”, but alas did not tell me I wouldn’t be able to buy a ticket today either since they only sell tickets ten days in advance of travel and I’m a startling 13 days prior. Mmmmhmmmm. Literally the first time in my life I have been an early bloomer.
How did I understand all of this nuance, en Espangol, and not just end up crying in to my cervesa? Well, since you ask, I was standing there in front of the ticket booth, very patiently waiting, when an older woman carrying a MEC backpack and wearing shorts of the World Masters Games in Edmonton walked up.
Taking a wild leap and assuming she was from Alberta and spoke English, I said hey. Marie and I start chatting about how confusing all of the Cuba travel logistics are, when the previously Spanish speaking younger gentleman, ahem, who had been standing in front of me the whole time, turned and asked, in English, if we wanted him to help translate with the ticket sales guy. I could not say “OBVIOUSLY!” fast enough.
Had I already checked this guy out? Again, OBVIOUSLY! I’m only a human woman. Report card was very favourable.
So now my newest favourite friend became the spokesperson for two Canadian female strangers, lucky dude. He did introduce himself, but me being a numbskull didn’t really hear his name, and then later it was just too late. I shall call him Javier.
Javier purchases his ticket, and then tells the guy what it is the two Canadian muchachas need.
To both my request and Marie’s request there are subtle yet definitive lateral head shakes. Marie’s day is sold out and me, well I am just so organized for once that I can’t be handled. Awesome. More than ten days ahead? Get outta here!!! After a small amount of grovelling, and an un-decorous amount of eyelash batting, the head shaker was not to be cajoled.
So, not being totally sure how to proceed on that front, I gave up for the day since I needed to head to my bus out of Havana to Trinidad, a city about 5 hours away. I didn’t really want to take a taxi from one station to the next, as I am frightfully thrifty about cabs when I could just walk it myself.
My new best friend though was sceptical, “It is, very…very far”. Well I had three hours, I figured I could make it! “No, I think not”. Especially since I didn’t actually know where the station was…Taking the middle ground, Javier and I hopped a city bus together and rode that for, I will admit, a pretty long time.
Then we got off the bus and still walked for at least 20 minutes. He was probably correct about the distance, I’ll give him that. Havana looks a lot smaller on the map!
15 minutes into the voyage, I asked him if he was going to kill me, he said no, that he did not know how to do that kind of thing. Oh good! It was broad day light in a pedestrian heavy Havana suburb, what could go wrong!
Cute guys are never murderers right?
Once getting to the Havana bus station, Javier left me to my own devices, though he seemed pretty sceptical of said devices. I think he was tempted to write “If found, please call ###” on the inside of my jacket.
I got checked in for my bus, and then stood in a half hour line up and bought every single other bus ticket that I am going to need for the rest of my trip (these buses sell out early, so I’m finally, for once, committing to an itinerary, I know scary stuff). I had it all written on a paper where and when I wanted to go and the lady who helped me was a true champ, though I’m sure the people waiting behind me were lightly choked.
And then Another Local Saves My Day!
Upon arriving in Trinidad, in the dark unfortunately, I undertook the next quest of the day, finding a bed. I had not booked a place, not thinking straight and not taking into account the time of day, so I took off and starting walking the streets asking people with the tell tale blue stickers that signify that they are a casa particular, if they had a room available.
I asked one kindly woman, who did not have one, but she invited me in and she called around to seemingly the entire town. In the meantime, I played with her three month puppy. Eventually, Kindly Lady found me a place for my three nights and about 15 minutes of puppy play later a cyclo chariot arrived and took me to a soft bed and a warm shower. To read about my time in Trinidad, click [intlink id=”1313″ type=”post”]HERE[/intlink]
The day was truly one of me being insanely unorganized and local Cubans being absolute saints.
I spoke French this morning! It was actually ok too, better than my Spanish anyways. Thanks Havana!
My ankles are slightly swollen with all the walking and standing in queues, yikes.
In my last blog I had said I would go online and book all of my buses, but alas, the Viazul bus line website, on which to reserve and purchase bus tickets to travel the country of Cuba, does not work within the country of Cuba. Go figure. Hence me bogartting a ticket salesperson at the Havana station for 15 minutes.
Avocados are immense here. Like, honestly, the size of a baby’s head. Granted the pit is also pretty huge, but still!
Edit: Cute Javier’s name is actually Julio. I know this because we are now Facebook friends. Thank you Mark Zuckerberg, social networking is the greatest!